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| I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon. |
| Day 20 The Last Of Lesotho We experienced the local atmosphere during this morning's hike. We didn't so much soak it up, as it soaked us. Yep, we stumbled along in the dense, damp fog. We revisited Maletsunyane Falls with daytime eyes. Sure, we'd been offered a jeep ride, but it feels great to stretch the legs and attempt to hop over the rough ground instead of jostling over it. Sigh, the boulders, stones, pebbles, rocks are everywhere. The locals must have sturdy ankles. There's nothing like the roar and mist of a waterfall. Power emanates here. It's the stuff of folklore and mystery. The mountains appear to be a fuzzy green. Not for the first time today we nod and smile in greeting as we encounter herders ambling along with their sheep or cattle. I'm not a hat person despite residing where snow blankets the ground for half the year. The locals are often out and about with knitted caps covering their ears. To each their own.Now I prefer to swath myself in some sort of jacket and not a distinctive, gorgeous blanket worn as a shawl or poncho. I like the idea of its versatility and having my arms free. The ominous looking snakes at Snake Park cause me to shudder in revulsion. Yuck! Despite reassurances that it was harmless, I did not wish to touch the Commom Brown Water Snake. Perhaps it's the unblinking stare and its propensity to slither, but it did not appeal to me. I suppose snakes love this area.The rock formations create plenty of nooks and crannies. (Internet and tablet issues. Grr! This is it, a short post. I also had problems accessing sites for research today. This last bit is created with my cell phone.) |
Day 19 Lesotho, South Africa We are still exploring the Lesotho countryside. Today, I stumbled to a riverbed to stare in awe at the largest footprints I have ever seen. In the sandstone preserved for centuries, 57 cm. long prints hint at the possible enormous size of a dinosaur. Scientists believe this is proof of a theropod bigger than any previously thought. It has been dubbed the "kayentapus ambrokholohali" with the Sesotho words ""kholo" meaning big and "hali" meaning very. Many tourists opt to recline next to a footprint for a perspective pic. The thought of a creature that immense roaming this land is mind-boggling. My next foray took me to Kome Caves to see a cluster of five smooth, curved, adobe huts similar in appearance to igloos. They resemble large grey pieces of stone pottery tucked under a giant , sheltering rock overhang. Mature green trees provide shade and a tumble of boulders provide a low wall of security. People still reside here, swathed in the traditional wool blanket for warmth. They sit on adobe-formed benches, or chairs. At one end, a "kraal" has been built from tree branches for the cattle. Huh, "kraal" is similar to "corral." This is one way to deal with the heat of the summer. My fellow bloggers and I returned to Thaba Bosiu for another hike to the summit. The stunning vista is one of expansive azure sky, rocks, rocks, and more rocks, plus patches of emerald green. I can envision this spot as a fortress. We ventured into the largest city and the capital of Lesotho, Maseru. The first thing I noticed was the traffic congestion and the drivers proceeding in the wrong direction aka British style. The steady thrum of vehicles pierced the air. Typical city buildings blotted the skyline. Maseru is Sesotho for "red sandstones." One building is named The Basotho Hat and it resembles the indigenous straw hat. We strolled through a bustling, colourful market bulging with all manner of wares. Voices rang out in greeting and bartering squeezed into conversations. Feeling famished, our weary group chose to dine at the Sky Restaurant perched atop Mallo Boutique Hotel. Wow, the mountain views through the floor to ceiling windows were stunning. The local trout meal tasted delicious especially since I did not have a hand in capturing it. To round out our spectacular day of sightseeing we visited the Maletsunayne Falls at Semonkong. This is another wow sight. A straight, single drop waterfall cascades from a collar of lofty rock walls brushed with a velvety green into a gorge studded with more rock. The hazy mist has been described as smoky and thus the name Semonkong which translates to place of smoke. A brilliant fiery red and orange sunset illuminated the horizon with its glow. Glowing ourselves with the beauty we had witnessed, we piled back into our 4x4 bracing for a jostling return ride to our hotel. We anticipated a night cap of some sort on the terrace. What is that saying about best laid plans? No amount of planning prepared us for what transpired. Had we signed on to camp , or rough it in the wild? Not since freezing Antarctica had we stayed out under the stars. Our guides insisted that hiking 'out" could not be an option. They reminded us that the terrain was rocky. Yep, we had certainly seen our fair share of boulders. With resigned shrugs and sighs, we accepted our temporary plight. A disabled, bawking vehicle was just a glitch. We would make a camp, hunker down ,and wait for the morning and a rescue. We could be flexible, right? At our guides' prodding and armed with a flashlight, Lyn's a sly fox  , Apondia  and I set forth, but not too far from the vehicle, in search of firewood. Even with the bright beam, we stumbled about. Struggling with armloads of branches, we couldn't help but grin in triumph when we dropped them back at our overnight stop. 💙 Carly  , WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024  , and Prosperous Snow celebrating  had created a ring of stones for the campfire. Determined to spark some kind of flame, we relied upon our aboriginal training gleaned in the Outback. We rubbed two sticks together and the guides watched bemused. Gasping with the effort ,we nodded an okay when one young man produced that modern marvel the match. We'd tried. Lighting a fire no matter by what method was the main objective. Soon , we were rewarded with a roaring campfire. We each chose a boulder to lean against and we snuggled into our Basotho blankets. The creeping cold could not touch us. Apondia pointed out the shimmering constellations in the clear sky. Our guides produced an accordion and a makeshift drum created from a plastic pail strung with metal washers. They proceeded to serenade us. We had music. We had warmth. We had good company. We laughed as we mispronounced Sesotho lyrics. In return, we sang a few of our traditional campfire songs. Who says a glitch cannot be fun? Hey, we're the squawkers and squidders. We can deal with some rocks and rough sleepin'. ( OOPS! I forgot to address the disgusting issue of cannibalism. There, I've made my thoughts clear! No, I cannot comprehend eating a person, no matter how hungry I am. Did some people dine upon others seeking power and immortality? I do not know. YUCK! Were there recipes?) |
| Day 18 Lesotho, South Africa Whew! Is it me, or was that a looong flight from Tanzania? I recall a blur of green. Newly released from a plane, I hopped into a 4x4 vehicle to ascend the Sani Pass. OMG! This should be dubbed the Sanity Pass. My fellow travellers and I were jostled about on the gravel / dirt single lane track. I'm sure we could have climbed quicker on foot, but it is rough and I imagine dangerous for sprained ankles at least. The vehicle climb proceeded at a sedate upward pace. We sloshed through a few shallow streams and kicked up clods of mud. I heard the engine whine a bit, or was that us? This "road" was once a treacherous animal track and I believe it hasn't improved much. It is steep and rough with plenty of hairpin turns and switchbacks to traverse. Staring out the window, I gasped at the sheer drops. Not one crash barrier existed. Did I mention the heavy fog that made a clear view impossible? Here and there, I caught glimpses of green and white. Yep, I spied snow. The driver did not seem at all nervous, no tics, or perspiration, or muttered prayers. He kept both hands lightly gripping the steering wheel. He did not engage in idle chitchat. He concentrated on the steep, rugged terrain. We bounced over some rather large rocks that did not impede our progress.Nobody called out. We did not wish to startle our chauffeur. He had our welfare in his hands. At long last I could release my bated breath and rejoice at our arrival in Lesotho, Kingdom of the Sky, the highest country in the world. The fog dissipated enough to showcase our mountainous route. Patches of azure sky welcomed me. I smiled at the quick fluttering of an orange breasted bird. I learned its name, the drakensburg rockjumper. Of course, it jumps rocks. They are everywhere. I welcomed an opportunity to stretch my cramped legs in a hike to the Thabo Bosiu National Monument. Oh, the panoramic views were breathtaking. This summit was once a natural fortress. I walked amongst a replica village of huts. A few locals wore a unique woven straw hat, the mokorotlo. It is quite the sun hat. Women strolled about in beautiful, bright coloured swatches of material. On their heads, they wore equally bright headdresses, or tied scarves. Many people were draped in gorgeous woven woollen tribal blankets. I was told that these blankets are significant to the rites /passages of life. Some represent a new bride, or a young man's initiation into manhood. Some are given as gifts after the birth of a child. The ruling family wears their own custom pattern. No matter,I impulsively purchased a beautiful turquoise blanket. Perhaps I too will wear it as a poncho. The hotel, Bird Haven, is composed of a group of thatched huts, or cottages. These huts are known as rondavels. The lush garden is a serene retreat. I inhale the fresh mountain air and think, I am on top of the world. |
| Day 17 Arusha, Tanzania What a fantastic, original way to greet the new day! At dawn, we gathered in a Serengeti field to witness the awakening of the immense hot air balloons. They stretched and languidly stood upright revealing their bright colours. They billowed and tugged at their anchors, eager to be released. I sipped hot tea as I watched the preparations . The air buzzed with anticipation and I chatted with several fellow adventurers. When at long last we were ready to begin our flights, the smiling crew assisted us to climb into the baskets. We all wore expectant grins and no one dared to blink as the balloons rose into the sky with whooshes and roars. Our ascent felt smooth and effortless. We soared. We glided. We floated. Oh, the sunrise exploded across the sky in an immense burst of gold. Many of us gasped in wonder. Soon we were pointing and staring at the lush green plains below us. Herds of elephants lumbered as one mass. Distinctive zebra kicked up their hooves. Lions stretched out on rocky outcrops. Giraffe trotted about and cavorted. Rhino splashed. Leopards raced. We were suspended in the best aerial seats watching a wildlife theatre in the Serengeti. Now, this is the ultimate safari. Already full of awe, we alit next to a clearing set with tables and chairs for our bush breakie. Pleasantly surprised, I noticed china, glassware, tablecloths, cloth napkins and silverware. This would be unlike any camp meal I'd experienced. There were even friendly attentive servers. All of this in the Serengeti bush? WOW! I returned to the Arusha Serena Hotel and Resort Spa feeling sated. My eyes and stomach had feasted well. I set out to explore this piece of paradise set in a "traditional coffee estate in the majestic environs of snow-capped Mount Kilimanjaro." I strolled through the lush, gorgeous garden overlooking Lake Duluti. Delighted I espied beautiful birds, the African Green Pigeon and the Silver-Cheeked Hornbill. Wishing to sit, relax, and absorb the scenery, I ensconced myself on a terrace and ordered coffee. This is a wondrous setting for quiet contemplation. |
| Day 16 ADDIS ABABA, ETHIOPIA Huh, I like the name of today's hotel, Golden Tulip Addis Ababa. It's different. I had no time to admire or explore it. Our whirlwind tour awaited. Once again, my fellow bloggers and I took to the sky for a short flight to a World Heritage Site in Lalibela. We wandered and climbed amongst the hand carved stone churches created at the behest of a King Lalibela in the twelfth century. I cannot fathom the skill and strength required to create these churches from solid rock. Arches, steps, religious figures and crosses were all hand hewn in a manner that today would be attempted by excavating equipment. Supposedly the King wished to recreate Jerusalem in Ethiopia. Even the nearby river is named Jordan. This site is a testament to human ingenuity. I wonder how many feet have traversed these steps and contributed to their smoothness? How many voices have echoed in the chambers? After our religious reflections, we opted to partake of a secular refreshment. We traipsed with a guide to three different 'tellabet" or beer houses in the nearby village. "Tella" or beer is a local drinking staple brewed in the homes of residents. This beer is fermented in whatever containers can be found such as cans and pots. It is not strained and free of sediment, but this adds to its authentic flavour. Each brew has its own unique tang and each host/hostess smilingly offers us a sample. They are hospitable. I notice the shared cups or tins are not cleansed well after use , but this is part of the charm. On unsteady wobbly legs we re-board our return flight to the hotel. We may have snoozed / snored briefly. We opt to dine at the hotel's restaurant named Spice mainly because it's located on the ground floor and easy to access after our 'busy' day. Many of us order coffee and it's rich and flavourful. With a second wind, we natter and relax. |
Day 15 Cairo, Egypt Once again I am amazed by the accommodations Lyn's a sly fox has arranged for us. All I can repeat is wow. The Heliopolis Towers Hotel is luxurious and grand with its sunlit grand atrium , its lush gardens, its enormous palm trees, not one but two pools and eighteen restaurants. Virtual travel has its perks. So, today we embarked upon an eight-hour tour in the desert. The brilliant blue sky, the unrelenting heat, and the swirling sand made an indelible impression. People actually toiled here thousands of years ago to build pyramids. Did they contend with this blistering sun and the relentless sand? Of course, I've seen photos of pyramids, but nothing compares to standing next to one and craning your neck to take in its size. They appear to be so solid, so immoveable. We tramped around three today known as the Pyramids of Giza, the Great Pyramid Khufu, the Pyramid of Khafre and the Pyramid of Menkaure. Its no surprise they are considered one of the original seven wonders of the world. Monuments or tombs they are testimony to the determination of man. Look at what I can erect with envy and awe. The Great Sphinx is also impressive set against the desert backdrop. Is it a silent sentinel? It does not compare to the stone or plaster statuary some home owners display at their properties in suburbia. This behemoth required skill and muscle to raise, not a generic mold. When in Egypt why not attempt to ride atop a camel, a desert ship. Would it be similar to bouncing around on a horse, a very tall horse? First a handler cajoled my hairy, knobby-kneed, long-lashed conveyance to kneel. I witnessed reluctance, attitude, and bawking... from both of us. Could this clumsy-looking beast carry me? We eyeballed each other before I rose into the air grasping at a worn pommel. I liked the superior vantage point. The camel's gait could best be described as sedate, a casual saunter. I swayed atop its back, but I had no delusions I steered or coerced its progress in any way. I giggled imagining playing polo from this height. What do you call a camel with no hump? HUMPHREY. I bid 'my' placid camel and its equally solemn handler "salam alekum", Arabic for both hello and goodbye. I loved the Khan el Khalili bazaar. It hummed, bustled, and throbbed with chatter, shouts, and laughter. It vibrated and shimmered with a rainbow of colours. Metals glistened and gleamed. Lyn's a sly fox Apondia WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024 💙 Carly Prosperous Snow celebrating BlueMoon  and I opted to sit and people watch while we submitted to the application of henna tattoos. There's nothing like smuggling Egyptian art openly on your hands. We sat and caught our breath at a coffeehouse where we admired the roaming cats. I could not resist the gorgeous swaths of jewel-toned fabrics and I impulsively purchased several yards for my intrepid daughter. I can't wait to see what she'll fashion from them. Back at the hotel, we resorted to a good old-fashioned coin toss to choose a restaurant. Japanese cuisine won. Everything tastes wonderful after a full day of exploration. |
| Day 14 Agra, India After yesterday's pampering and quiet contemplation, a ride aboard a crowded, jostling train creates a stark contrast. The steady rhythm of the heclickety-clack served as a backdrop to a non-stop hum of voices. My fellow bloggers and I added to the nattering. Today is a people-y day. We become one with the pulsating throng eager to behold Taj Mahal. We shuffle along elbow to elbow scarcely blinking. Everyone cradles a camera or a cell phone and everyone jockeys for optimal positions to shoot photos. Patience is tested. At first sight, Taj Mahal is a glimmering, ivory marble configuration with minarets and domes. It dominates the landscape next to the Yamuna River. It's sheer size never mind its architecture would qualify it as one of the seven wonders of the world. Some refer to it as the gem of India or the "jewel of Muslim art in India." All of this grandeur houses two tombs; one for the Emperor Shah Jahan and one for his favourite wife, Mumtaz. Um, where are his other wives buried? This ostentatious building is simply a mausoleum, an expensive mausoleum. Reportedly thousands of artisans toiled for years at this site. Its architect, Lahauri referred to it as " illumined or illustrious tomb." A history of neglect and theft haunts this building. The British restored it in 1908. Taj Mahal is also shrouded in controversy. There are claims that it is a Hindu temple and some claim it is a Shiva temple. Some people argue it does not represent Indian culture. Apparently, the gangs of climbing monkeys do not revere this site. They clamber about to watch the tourists. No doubt this is a stunning monument and it speaks to the artistry of its creators. I would describe it as extravagant. For supper, we , the band of bloggers extraordinaire, descend upon a chic rooftop eatery, Tea'se Me. Hmm, provocative name, no? It boasts a bold black and white decor accented by twinkling lights. It is a bustling, humming venue. I soon discover the restaurant's name indicates its specialty, teas, specifically iced teas. Oh, I can attest to the delight of a mango iced tea. Nothing satisfies a squawker more than quality iced tea. To better sample the menu offerings we order different dishes to share. We spare no expense and we refuse to consider calories. This is a vacation and we choose to eat our way along. We discuss the proper name for this type of tourism. Is this a food foray? A treat trek? The Anti-Calorie Consortium? |
| Day 13 Neyphu Valley, Paro, Bhutan Sigh. Groan. I am feeling extremely relaxed, mellow, languid. My muscles seem to have melted, dissolved into nothingness. I hear my breathing, steady and deep. It is difficult to form cohesive thought and type on my tablet's teeny tiny keys. I believe I am blissful. Where do I begin? Ah, yes, my fellow bloggers and I are nestled in at the Bhutan Spirit Sanctuary. We were welcomed with open arms and smiles before we were escorted to the site of the butter lamps and encouraged to light one. Okay.... this was a novel greeting.Oh, this spa hotel oozes tranquility with its spacious, open-concept rooms infused with natural light. A nearby mountain supplies a stunning view. Almost immediately this shangri-la's serenity embraces you and you understand its philosophy. "Connect to yourself and all that surrounds you; body, mind and spirit." Wellness treatments are offered here in the heart of The Kingdom of Happiness, a nickname belying the Buddhist mindful way of life. To that end, I consult with a resident healer who recommends several treatments for what ails me. Because of my accidents and orthopedic issues, I always deal with pain. I am open to try anything that may offer a reprieve. First, I stretch with some yoga out on the sun-kissed terrace. I am cautioned to move mindfully and connect with my body. Feel every pull, pinch, contraction. Yep, I feel the tension all right. Next, I opt for my first ever massage. Ah, damn, the pampered overly-paid pro athletes are onto something.I may have purred. Ouch, my kinks didn't stand a chance. Wanting to partake of some fresh air and meander a bit, I joined a group tour of the Sanctuary garden where I learned the benefits of herbs. Later,in the evening I will sample a few of them at the Tea Bar. I decided the idea of hot oil compression might alleviate some of my discomfort so I submitted to having my legs swathed for about ten minutes. This is meant to increase blood flow which in turn should reduce pain and speed healing. I did like the smell of the herbs. For my final indulgence, I chose to soak in an herbal infused hot stone bath. Now this is an experience! The tub is formed from oak and the river water in it is heated by red hot stones laced with artemisia ( wormwood ) leaves. To increase the heat all I had to do was ring a brass bell. This indicated I wanted more hot rocks. The attendant explained I should relax and soak for at least thirty minutes. As if! Of course, I could withstand this. Oh, a pot of tea kept me company. When the attendant awoke me she grinned knowingly. That is the best bathing experience I have ever felt. I expressed reluctance to leave. I climbed out on wobbly legs that had forgotten how to support me. They had also given up their usual complaints. Alas, no carry out service was offered, so I stumbled away. We were a mellow, muted group when we met for our delicious farm garden to table meal. I feared I could not possibly lift a fork to my mouth, let alone speak of my glorious day. My misgivings were groundless. My appetite demanded to be appeased and my tongue longed to let loose since it had meditated in silence all day. |
| Day 12 Halong, Vietnam Continued... The staff of the cruise ship greeted me with wide grins and thumbs extended in the "all right" position this morning. Last evening's raucous karaoke has met with their enthusiastic approval. My fellow squawkers and I wave and return the smiles. Rumour has it that our vocal ploys lured a record number of curious squid. That's fine with me, I don't like to handle bait if I can avoid it. Wait a minute, didn't mermaids lure sailors with their singing? We entrance seafood? We're in high spirits as we cruise to Sung Sot Cave, or Surprise Grotto on Bo Hon Island. I'm impressed by all the preparation the Vietnamese have taken to make this cave accessible. Our boat moored at a large dock with other water ferries. This pointed us to an installed staircase. I glance up and sigh, only about one-hundred steep steps to climb, no problem. As I sweet-talked my reluctant knees, we were jostled and pushed along by an eager flow of tourists. Once I mounted one step there was no turning back. The entrance to the cave is not impressive at all. It is but a wee slash in the rock. Our guide referred to the first chamber as the waiting room and it squeezed us together. He assured us the second chamber would be more accommodating and he did not exaggerate. This cave is humongous, massive, surprisingly ginormous! In here, there are marked pathways and lighting. Many of the formations are highlighted as if they were giant sculptures awaiting our perusal. We were encouraged to 'see' recognizable shapes in the stalactites and stalagmites. Did we not notice the sentries guarding this cavern, or the general commanding his troops? Did some of the ragged protrusions in the ceiling not resemble the spine of a dragon? Could we be staring at stone dinosaurs? This reminded me of spotting familiar shapes in cloud formations. It's all in the eyes of the beholder. I liked the coolness in the cave. It's a welcome relief. Strangely, the atmosphere felt hushed, yet the many voices echoed. I expected to roust at least a bat or two, but that never transpired. Of course, we snapped pics and copious selfies. What goes up must come down and those many steps awaited my descent. I dreaded tripping and bowling over unsuspecting stragglers like bewildered dominos. Even a mountain goat has its limitations. We returned to Titop Island named in honour of a Russian cosmonaut, Titov. I declined to re-ascend the four-hundred and fifty steps to the summit. If you've seen one gazebo...Instead, I lounged on the white-sand beach and splashed in the azure water. Since this is a virtual tour, I did not fear a sunburn. I threw caution to the warm breeze and chose to swim in a bikini. I dared to dabble in a bit of snorkeling, too. Lyn's a sly fox 💙 Carly Apondia WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024 Prosperous Snow celebrating BlueMoon and I explored the various vendors near the beach. We purchased different finger foods and combined our finds to create a makeshift picnic. Ah, sun, sand, and snacks! |
| Day 11, Halong Bay, Vietnam: OMG! Now we're experiencing a cruise. Are we participating in our own unique travel film, Planes, Trains, Tuk Tuks, Buses, and Ships? Even if this two-day cruise should somehow leave us stranded like Gilligan's Island, we will be blissful. Wow, Halong Bay is stunning! The water is a shimmering shade of turquoise. The azure endless sky frames many limestone islands swathed in vibrant green. Our ship is spectacular, a floating hotel. My room is airy, lovely and multi-windowed, perfect for an eye feast. It is said that keeping one's gaze fixed on the horizon combats seasickness, but this beauty is mesmerizing. How could I feel queasy? Day 11 of our virtual adventure and I am still evading fatigue and weight gain. Bobbing in the sun-sparkled water, I feel weightless, alive, free. I concentrate on my breathing as I paddle. Under the kayak, sea creatures dart and dash, mysterious shadows. Craning my neck to follow their course, I tip myself into the surf. Spluttering, I remember to roll and right myself. What's a bit of dampness? I shiver thinking this could have happened in Antarctica. Today, clad in a swimsuit I am able to drip dry. Titop Island beckons with its crescent shaped white beach and green-topped hill. I disembark on that warm sand which means I stumble and lurch. Have I forgotten my land legs already? After a stroll along the beach to stretch my muscles, I take a deep breath, square my shoulders and begin the climb to the summit. I lose count after fifty steps and I later learn it is four -hundred and fifty steps of slogging and perspiring to reach that gazebo. I may have appeared to be transfixed by the panoramic view, but I was wheezing and gasping. I consoled myself with the theory that a descent should be less strenuous. I also reminded myself that calories abhor physical exertion. My return to sea level is motivated by the opportunity to explore Me Cung Cave. It is aptly named with its maze of corridors. The multi-coloured stalactites sparkled and noise echoed. I wonder if pirates once stood here? Could this island have been a rest stop? Imagine them frolicking in the turquoise water and sun bathing on the beach. Pirate bonfires? Back on the cruise ship, crew members whispered that they know this island as Cemetery Island because of the 1905 wreck of a French cargo ship. Huh, it seems so tranquil, idyllic. That beauty hides her secrets well. Luckily, I did not have to sing for my supper. I merely had to learn to cteate spring rolls and sample them. This did not prove to be a problem. Food and I are sympatico. The staff made the class fun.This served as the appetizer to a seafood feast. When in Vietnam... In the evening, we were given two options of entertainment, karaoke at the bar, or squidding. Lyn's a sly fox 💙 Carly Apondia Prosperous Snow celebrating BlueMoon WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024 and I decided why not combine the two? We belted out tunes as we trolled for squid. In the eery green glow from the water, we sang. I suppose we are now squidders and squawkers. |
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