SMILE, ( it confuses people!).
Quotation from a Sydney T Shirt.
After the fireworks came the day off . Snoozing for senior poodles and make-up repairs for juniors. These activities were performed on the beach. Soon we were back up to speed and sitting in the back row of the cinema watching "Meet the Fockers", a sequel to "Meet the parents. Plenty of American cringe. Strawberry milkshakes.
Time to move out of Batsville and the Christ Place. We graduated to the Royal (ST George) Hotel in Randwick, a colonial buiding with wrought iron victorian balconies in the heart of a typically nondescript suburb. A bit like staying in Ballyfermot (apologies to those who live there). Georgina informs me that the 'T' is silent in Ballyfermot.
THE TOWEL INCIDENT: Hair colour is supremely important for worldwide travellers (especially for those who are lucky enough to have colour in their hair to start with, or hair at all for that matter). So the evening ritual of 'Hennaing' was performed in room 301 by Starfish (Camille) ably assisted by The Captain (Morgan). Unfortunately most of the colour went on to the white hotel towel. This led to a sharp note from management to the effect of a summary fine being imposed and a warning 'to please respect the high standard of hospitality provided at such a reasonable rate', (Reasonable my arse, we could have been staying at the Shelbourne at that price). Suitably chastened the 'hennaing' continued unabatted.
The 6th Jan dawns and the Captain has to return to NZ and a fate of work on a cruise ship . We are all left with a feeling of loss. So good to travel with someone who is always in an equitable state of mind and understands the importance of presentation, not to mention strawberry milkshakes. But NAQOYQATSI lies ahead.
After the fireworks came the day off . Snoozing for senior poodles and make-up repairs for juniors. These activities were performed on the beach. Soon we were back up to speed and sitting in the back row of the cinema watching "Meet the Fockers", a sequel to "Meet the parents. Plenty of American cringe. Strawberry milkshakes.
Time to move out of Batsville and the Christ Place. We graduated to the Royal (ST George) Hotel in Randwick, a colonial buiding with wrought iron victorian balconies in the heart of a typically nondescript suburb. A bit like staying in Ballyfermot (apologies to those who live there). Georgina informs me that the 'T' is silent in Ballyfermot.
THE TOWEL INCIDENT: Hair colour is supremely important for worldwide travellers (especially for those who are lucky enough to have colour in their hair to start with, or hair at all for that matter). So the evening ritual of 'Hennaing' was performed in room 301 by Starfish (Camille) ably assisted by The Captain (Morgan). Unfortunately most of the colour went on to the white hotel towel. This led to a sharp note from management to the effect of a summary fine being imposed and a warning 'to please respect the high standard of hospitality provided at such a reasonable rate', (Reasonable my arse, we could have been staying at the Shelbourne at that price). Suitably chastened the 'hennaing' continued unabatted.
The 6th Jan dawns and the Captain has to return to NZ and a fate of work on a cruise ship . We are all left with a feeling of loss. So good to travel with someone who is always in an equitable state of mind and understands the importance of presentation, not to mention strawberry milkshakes. But NAQOYQATSI lies ahead.
posted by Tim Goulding at Thursday, January 13, 2005
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