Canada to Patagonia at a Worrying Age

My luck escapes me one more time
Underwhelmed, I am, by a second sign
Get me a camera, a pc, a phone
Give me insurance until I get home
Everything changes, in the words of Take That
Don’t let me get my hands on that robbing twat

A word to the wise in the town of good air
Get some protection, to make things more fair
A good time remains, I´m certain of that
In BA of all places, despite robbing twat
Now to get on with my life. Again.

Mum isn’t to know.

Record, End of the Century, Blur

This from JK….      …. I don’t know what to say really.

In order not to overload with comments the previous post, I thought it better to make a statement on the issue of bus routes. 

Now, I used to work for Crosville, as did Uncle Tommy (no nepotism at all), and feel well placed to comment.  (Anyone know what happend to the McCormack’s by the way?).  I’ve had my fun with the 2A to Blacon, the 52 from Willesden, the 8 and N8 and, of course, the D6, as well as that Birkenhead bus and the various South American options.  However, there can only be one winner.

The L1 goes from that hill at the bottom of Blacon (just before the Creoso Y Cymru sign) all the way to Towyn.  It takes three days, approximately, althought travellers are never disappointed with a good look at Connah’s Quay, should it break down there.

Me and my sisters used to accompany Mama y Papa on this wondrous voyage annually, to stay at our Aunt Janet’s residence by the sea (in a caravan in Towyn – not even at Robin Hood Camp) to take in the air and sample the health-giving properties of the waters of the area.

On one memorable occasion, we left the council house at the crack of dawn, loaded with all the food we needed for the week (it was too dear in Rhyl) and stood in the rain waiting for the bus.  It came and excitement mounted.  When we reached our personal Nirvana some time later, we raced, as usual, to see who could be the first to sit in the black and white plastic seat (even though I knew that when I won, my victory would be short-lived, as being the oldest I would have to go and ‘get the water’ – barrels of it for the washing up and the tea, no poncey bottled stuff in those days).  However, on this occasion Dad had forgotten the key.  If this was now, I would have broken into the sodding thing and worried about keys later, but in those innocent days Dad had to get back on the L1 and return just as we were about to go home, having spent the intervening period on the beach (not at the fair) in the rain.  Happy days.

Now in fabulous Buenos Aires, the city being the entire reason for this trip.  More on this later, but just time to mention the old lady whose bags I carried up the steps of the tube.  When we got to the top, she thanked me and then enlisted my help in collecting as many glass bottles as we could find so she could get the deposit.  Taking my kindness a step too far, I think. 

Today’s Tune – Santa Maria, The Gotan Project.  A truly great record.

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