I was on my first foray into the world outside of Australia. After realising what I wanted was rather expensive I settled for a bus tour. I flew with Korean Air and I was amazed at the service and food. There were a group of people going to one of the Korean Air Hotels and waited for the bus to take us. As we got into the elevator something funny happened to someone and I looked at this woman and we both could hardly contain laughing.
The next day a bus took people back to the airport. Boarded a plane to Madrid and it had a stop over in Amsterdam to refuel. I over heard a conversation about going on a tour. Once in Madrid I introduced myself and said I am on the same tour. We headed off to get the bus to the hotel to wait for the tour to start. More smiles as we sat in what we called, the Nana Bus.
Meet Kerri and Joerg
WE roamed the streets of Madrid with no special plan and headed off to explore what we could find. Didn’t go into the Prada, I went there next time, we just enjoyed what we found sometimes the same thing twice! Hence we were Chaos Tours.
There was always laughs and fun in the bus as there were lots more under thirties than oldies. I wasn’t cool enough for the back seat or fuddy duddy enough for up front.
There were really helpful for me to get my head around another world as we went from Madrid to Granda, along the Mediterranean – Southern France, Nice, Avignon up to Northern Italy, Florence, Venice – everyone on the tour went on guided tours in Pisa. Kerri, Joerg and I found a great little place and had a pizza in Pisa, one of the best I have had. Then Croatia, Rovinj in a resort and Split was amazing, a quick overnight in Ljubljana, Slovenia and onto Vienna.
Kerri and Joerg left the tour in Rome. I am so glad we clicked and are really special to me. We still email and FB message, the occasional phone call. I have used Kerri and Joerg in a previous challenges.
As this is a two week challenge, I’ll just pop in a close-up today with a Female Satin Bowerbird. Over the past week the Satin Bowerbirds have taken over the garden. The males are easily distinguished as they are a shiny blue/black. The Females and the juveniles have the same colouring and markings. The immatures stay much the same colouring for around four years when they start to change colour. By the seventh year the moult will produce the black feathers of a male. The males are promiscuous and their bower is an attractant to lure the females.
Here is the close-up of a female Satin Bowerbird in the Honey Gem Grevillea in my front yard. This photo was taken through my kitchen window.
If I go way back things are so far back that this brain has trouble getting around the concept. One thing that Amanda wrote stuck in my brain as I read her wonderful post of childhood, the pitfalls of eating – luckily my mother was a wonderful cook even if it was the standard meat and three veg and I are it all. Once home sometimes I would be in the kitchen shelling peas or peeling potatoes or just playing outside with my imaginary friends lol. I did get a bit of a yell at if I even thought about a swing on the Hills Hoist,
I was a constant in the local library and read everything I could get my hands on. I read all of the Dr Doolittle book as much of Ray Bradbury, Issac Asimov, Micael Moorcock and other sci-fi as I could find. All of the unusual titles also drew my attention like The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas, The Phantom Tollbooth, The World According to Garp, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy The Gulag Archipelago, Catch 22 and the list goes on.
But mainly from Amanda’s post, the thing that made me laugh and remember a photo I have is the “I am young, walking home from school down a very steep road, partly finished with asphalt, wearing an outdated, unfashionable, yellow raincoat. It is a garment made from the kind of thick rubbery plastic that makes one sweat profusely, but fails to thoroughly keep the skin dry – (its sole purpose!).”
Well Amanda you can look cool in a yellow raincoat
Sandy would like some purple prose but I am not one for writing prose per se and the prompt – It was a dark and stormy night – the classic opening. Therefor here is my bit of purple, just the one for fun
I have a selection of mountain tops as well as a few views I hope you’ll enjoy. One of my favourite Australian mountain songs from a while ago to accompany your scroll among my mountain tops.
“You want me to be a mountain I’d rather be a river Water flow can wash a hill away You wanted me to fly I want to get high How else am I gonna see what I want to see?”
Mt Vesuvius – Wollumbin (Mt Warning) distant view and closer – The Gibraltar Range near my place in the mist – The Dalmatians – view from the Raspberry Lookout on a stormy day – sunset over the mountain top
Just a couple of example. I can’t get the fancy image compare as I don’t have the right thingamagig. So put up with some old fashioned two ways. Some Begonia leaves and the fabulous Eastern Yellow Robin.