Good afternoon all. Above is a picture of herself and I standing on an original part of Route 66. Seems like along time ago now instead of one week but we had fun (Yes, Trish, the whirlwinds, snakes, French loony and creepy Charles Manson moment were fun. Just keep telling yourself that...) T'was a fantastic once-in-a-lifetime trip although a victory lap was suggested once we had reached Los Angeles. To call it a holiday is like calling the Grand Canyon a big hole in the ground: It just doesn't do it justice. It was more an adventure with a bit of endurance thrown it which is probably why all concerned were bouncing around in Santa Monica when we got there. (Rather like that transvestite we saw on the pier with his/her, er, enlargements).
The following picture just goes to prove that everything is bigger in America, including the bloody Injuns.
And now, it is all over... but is it? We are currently running about like head-less egg-laying bird things getting ready for the next holiday which starts on Wednesday. Singapore-Sydney-Cairns-Auckland-Rotorua-Fiji-Los Angeles-New York. Ees a tough life meester, no?
Must run. Undies to pack and I am having trouble getting both pairs into the suitcase 'cos Trish got there first with her cosmetics...
Paul, Trish and Kermit (Currently having another duvet day).
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