Hi folks.
After a back and forth struggle with my wifi card, I'm finally connected and raring to go.
Yesterday was a mixed bag. Whilst I was waiting in Zurich for the technical faults on my plane to Nice to be fixed, Flushy was making his way over from Gatwick. Pretty tedious stuff, but the frustration I endured by the long delays at the airport were soon relieved by Flushy's tales of woe.
When you hit the land of snails and frogs, there is a short(ish) bus journey to Monte Carlo, one in which Flushy severely struggled with. In fact, he has to be the only traveller who failed to get off in Monte Carlo, instead allowing the bus to travel
passed this pictresque location and head into the next town. From my experience, signs and the fact that the bus was empty are always a giveaway, but Flushy's
ineptitute lack of awareness knew no limits. hehe. Eventually, he finally realised that he'd missed his stop and hopped on another bus which headed back into Monte Carlo.
In Flushy's own words, 'I wanted to soak in the atmosphere by visiting the surburbs. Life's about the journey'.
Although Flushy's tale was a humerous one, it may be surpassed by Micky Wernick's adventures.
Whilst in the bar next to the cardroom, Lord Wernick approached with his socks squwelching against his shoes. Why? The poor fellow had somehow become lost on his way to the cardroom from the hotel, and managed to walk straight into the kiddie's swimming pool. Ankles, shoes, and socks, were all drenched, and we found it immensly difficult not to release a slight giggle. I'm just relieved that he didn't trundle into the adult swimming pool, as he could have arrived wringing wet up to his beard.
Anyhow, I'll bring these tales of amusing Frank Spencer-esque anecdotes to an end before I clog up the thread too much. Us Brits tend to struggle abroad, we're just not used to some of the changes over here. I still haven't found the local kebab shop.
Author