Clothes Smoshe
One of the things I will never fully understand is how differently my darling wife and I can interpret a few simple words, especially if those words refer to clothing.
One of the things I will never fully understand is how differently my darling wife and I can interpret a few simple words, especially if those words refer to clothing.
“Today,” Jimmy announces, “I’ll take you south to the floating village at Tonle Sap Lake. It’s very popular with tourists, but you’ll also see how the lake people live. Do you have some small American dollars?”
We wake to a steamy, overcast Cambodian morning. I’m excited because, today, we’re off to Angkor, the ‘city in the jungle’.
We feel we’ve somehow stepped into a scene from an old Humphrey Bogart movie – the cheap wooden chairs, overhead fans that do little to dispel the cloying tropical heat, and the three rows of sombre looking guys in military uniforms
There ain’t much travel happening these days, so I’m taking the opportunity to write up my accounts of trips long past – back when I thought a blog was a fallen tree in Transylvania.
This blog is a bit different from my usual postings – in particular, it’s all true. It’s a bit long, so continue reading if you’re interested.
Visitors to Whistler need to bring five things – extra money, sturdy shoes, patience, a sense of adventure, and some more extra money. Workers at Whistler just need patience.
A quote you often hear around Vienna is that, depending on the weather, the Danube can be grey, brown or even green. The one colour it is not, the locals will tell you, is blue.
To say Europe is small, is like saying the universe is big. In fact, some Aussies we’ve met reckon they can travel across three countries in the same time it takes them to reach their back fence at home.
I think I’m forgiven – as long as we get to Vienna on time. You see, travelling by train was my idea.