Unexpected Good Fortune
Travelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
( , Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
Travelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
( , Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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Hazy Days After El Camino
I had just finished walking 800km across the north of spain one July. My two friends and I travelled to Madrid to fly back to Ireland. Unfortunately however, there was some problem with our flight that would leave us stranded in Madrid for another 2 days; under normal curcumstances this would be fine, but we hadn't a penny left between us, and we were very tired.
Options also exhausted, we were panned out on some ballard outside Madrid airport musing that had we even a small bit of weed we could pass the days happilly.
Cue a young woman exiting the airport, directly approaching our unkempt, smelly, just-walked-500-miles selves, and asking us if we spoke english. She gave a short explanation and promptly gifted us with a large lump of very sticky pollen hash.
I can recall some very balmy afternoons spent on the steps of the royal palace, watching the city go by. We had a lot of luck on that Camino.
( , Sun 17 Sep 2006, 10:12, Reply)
I had just finished walking 800km across the north of spain one July. My two friends and I travelled to Madrid to fly back to Ireland. Unfortunately however, there was some problem with our flight that would leave us stranded in Madrid for another 2 days; under normal curcumstances this would be fine, but we hadn't a penny left between us, and we were very tired.
Options also exhausted, we were panned out on some ballard outside Madrid airport musing that had we even a small bit of weed we could pass the days happilly.
Cue a young woman exiting the airport, directly approaching our unkempt, smelly, just-walked-500-miles selves, and asking us if we spoke english. She gave a short explanation and promptly gifted us with a large lump of very sticky pollen hash.
I can recall some very balmy afternoons spent on the steps of the royal palace, watching the city go by. We had a lot of luck on that Camino.
( , Sun 17 Sep 2006, 10:12, Reply)
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