Travelling with Cyril
As we have travelled along Liz has been reading all of the Alexander McCall 44 Scotland Street Books which has sometimes been embarrassing because in public places, ie aircrafts, she will suddenly become mildly hysterical. These are the most delicious travel companions, written at the sort of speed which is restful and as well as being funny, they are full of observations of life which not only make you chortle but also nod in agreement. In the Scotland Street Community there is a dog called Cyril, he belongs to Angus who he loves and who feeds him little delicacies like cappuccino from the cup in Big Lou’s Café and glasses of beer in the local pub. So like a human is he that his thoughts have been recorded and amongst them has been identified a predilection to bite the ankles of a few chosen people. Suddenly Liz realises that Cyril is like Richard or Richard is like Cyril. When travelling, especially in airports and maybe in cars, Richard, who is usually excellently behaved, changes, his lip lifts and a snarl, not audible to many precedes a growl and beware the poor airport staff member whose ankles are luckily usually hidden below the desk. Identifying this characteristic as a hidden tendency, perhaps from a past incarnation, has vastly improved the travel routine, the Cyril factor is not allowed near those who might tempt his gold tooth into action.
We, without Cyril are now floating around the Caribbean on Bob’s floating hotel, the Adastra. It is just like the pictures, the sea is turquoise blue, the sands are white, the people have mostly got lots of money which has turned the little villages into offshoots of Gucci and Prada interspersed with wonderful French restaurants. Here the recession is not obvious. We have been swimming and snorkelling while Bob spoils us something rotten. This is the perfect end to our gap year, I think we have done everything that anybody could ever dream of doing.
As we have travelled along Liz has been reading all of the Alexander McCall 44 Scotland Street Books which has sometimes been embarrassing because in public places, ie aircrafts, she will suddenly become mildly hysterical. These are the most delicious travel companions, written at the sort of speed which is restful and as well as being funny, they are full of observations of life which not only make you chortle but also nod in agreement. In the Scotland Street Community there is a dog called Cyril, he belongs to Angus who he loves and who feeds him little delicacies like cappuccino from the cup in Big Lou’s Café and glasses of beer in the local pub. So like a human is he that his thoughts have been recorded and amongst them has been identified a predilection to bite the ankles of a few chosen people. Suddenly Liz realises that Cyril is like Richard or Richard is like Cyril. When travelling, especially in airports and maybe in cars, Richard, who is usually excellently behaved, changes, his lip lifts and a snarl, not audible to many precedes a growl and beware the poor airport staff member whose ankles are luckily usually hidden below the desk. Identifying this characteristic as a hidden tendency, perhaps from a past incarnation, has vastly improved the travel routine, the Cyril factor is not allowed near those who might tempt his gold tooth into action.
We, without Cyril are now floating around the Caribbean on Bob’s floating hotel, the Adastra. It is just like the pictures, the sea is turquoise blue, the sands are white, the people have mostly got lots of money which has turned the little villages into offshoots of Gucci and Prada interspersed with wonderful French restaurants. Here the recession is not obvious. We have been swimming and snorkelling while Bob spoils us something rotten. This is the perfect end to our gap year, I think we have done everything that anybody could ever dream of doing.
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