We arrived at sunrise in a two-car convoy from the northern provinces. Laden with a multitude of luggage, we bore down on terminal two and yea there we wept when we saw the mighty snaking queue at British Airways. And so it was that fellow traveller smote fellow traveller and appendages were crushed under juggernaut […]
Just checking in briefly. Gotta dash and see more houses for rent. Kids’ first day at school, first time in uniform. Mighty cute.
Been stranded at the airport, flooded out of our hotel, bamboozled by real estate agents, but tings are lookin better already.
It’s stopped raining.
More later …
Maar nog niet helemaal!
Altogether now …
It’s a Dutch thing.
>>>The clock’s ticking, in three days we’ll be flying off to Funky Kingston.
Oh, but we haven’t got any tickets.
It was hard enough getting a booking through the office in Jamaica. Frantic emails shot across the Atlantic:
“A BA traveller class counts as an economy seat!”“You want us to […]
Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
Currently resident in Dakar, Senegal.
Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.
...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.
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