Friday, January 13, 2012

January travel tip. Don't .





At the airport a sporty little plane with jet engines . The perfect thing for getting over the Alps in the depths of winter . The food on board the sort ' the font ' loves and Angus hates . Pulses, pulses and more pulses. Who dreams up these menus ? The plane arrives on time and Angus goes to talk to a group of men, and one prim Swiss lady, in dark suits .

Coming back an altogether more adventurous journey. A little plane with propellers . The shake , rattle and roll express. It's delayed . After an hour a man at the departure gate gets out his guitar and starts to sing. Loudly . Angus can't decide if this is lunacy or self confidence . After a further hour Angus decides that it's more likely to be the former rather than the latter . Definitely not a professional.

When we
board for the second time a rabbi settles in the seat next to your happy traveller. Angus thinks of breaking the ice with a joke about an Irishman , a Scotsman and a rabbi but contents himself with a jovial " You're a good man to have onboard today ! ". The rabbi looks at Angus in much the same way as one might look at a badly behaved child. We journey onwards in silence .

A bone shaking excursion around, rather than over, the mountains . Toulouse, when we get there, closed because of fog . After circling , re-routed to Marseille. An hour to arrange a bus then a seven hour journey along the motorway. My new next door neighbour a man who makes sofas. '' Do you know the margin I make on three seaters ? ". Angus has to admit he doesn't . Deposited at the terminal at two thirty in the morning . Home after twenty five hours of unexpected adventure .

When we are finally reunited Wilf soon gets rid of his Mr.Glum look and does a soft shoe shuffle. This afternoon dog and owner will mostly be napping .

18 comments:

  1. I think you were doomed from the moment the menu appeared! I'm glad you got home safely. At least you saved yourself from further conversation with your opening salvo. I hope you had a good book along with you for that flight!

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  2. Glad you are home safely Angus. We are about to embark on the 110km drive up to Toronto...in the first major snowstorm of the season. Toronto police are reporting one traffic accident per minute. "Why?" I keep asking husband. Surely whatever can wait for tomorrow? Apparently not. Wish us luck!

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  3. Now how do explain a fog delay to a dog, even if he is a special dog. Diane

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  4. What an ordeal, accompanied by inedible food, bad singing & silent rabbi.

    Sweet dreams!

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  5. Ooooh poor Angus, take a good nap !
    AmitiƩs.

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  6. Friday the 13th continues to meet expectations

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  7. i'm always so glad when you're back in the village, safe on the ground! wilfee's face does look glum... "can't believe flying to talk to men in dark suits is better than walking with me!" life is now good again in france profonde.
    hugs to you special three,
    tammy j

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  8. After that kind of round trip its no wonder both yourself and Wilf will be having a nap. Funny how the canines of the family turn when one of their flock is missing. We have the same here, Tor won't eat, Willow watches out the window and Tucker "whistles" his anxiety. Funny beasts! Keep on going Wilf, handsome boy!

    With love from your cleverly frozen Canadian pals,
    Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker

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  9. I hope you brought him home some of those balsamic and pear jelly cubes!! :)

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  10. what a nightmare.sleep tight you two!! x

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  11. Twenty-five hours on beans.....

    The menu writers are very creative, aren't they...

    XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

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  12. I think a few glasses of wine would have been called for after that trip.
    Happy you are home safe and napping with Wilf.

    Blessings and Love,
    Janelle, Maggie Mae and Max

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  13. Oh my... I'll take your advice. No January travel... I'm glad that Mr. Glum is dancing now!

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  14. Horrific trip home! And the bus ride! Good God! If there is a purgatory, your trip was it. Thank goodness Wilf and the font were there to welcome you home.

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  15. Ugh, that sounds awful. I hope you don't have to go out again for a long,long time. An extra croissant for you and Wilf in the morning.

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  16. Well, I received your advice to late and have driven down to the low country for a few days of writing quiet. No drama as yet, although a nor'easter type wind blew in over the pine trees in the middle of the night and caused the temperature to plunge to depths rare in this part of the world. Am talking to Edward via Skype which makes him cock his head in unnatural angles. Will probably return tomorrow before Edward, Apple and The Songwriter run out of provisions.

    Happy you made it home safely.
    Wishing you and Wilf a good nap.

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  17. What a trip! I do think there is a joke somewhere in 'a Scotsman, a guitar player, a sofa salesman and a rabbi with no sense of humor are on a plane' ...

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