General Chat

Allan recalled the rhyme of Robinson Crusoe washing his socks, but that is another tale, and far too off the wall!

Allan changed into a pair of combinations, complete with back flap, being fully covered would fend off sunburn. Also the topi, being rinsed out, and natty tea towel attached, Allan would be invincible.

OH stared, and a little smile twiched around her lips. Oh to say what she was thinking......

If only the hat that Allan wore could describe the places that it had been, and the sights that it had seen, it would certainly be a case of topi hat and tales.

'Oh to be Flying Down to Rio' thought OH.

Quicker than you can say Soft Shoe Shuffle, Allan and OH were looking up at a tall statue on top of a mountain. Arms outstretched it gave them hope they would be homeward bound. After all they were nearer than they were before.....

For one fleeting moment Allan thought that he was back in Grimsby.

Then he realised that the large group staring up at the statue weren't singing 'Nearer my cod to thee'

If he ever got home he vowed to have his hearing checked as well as his sight

Allan was distracted by exotic plumage flashing by. 'Road runner?' thought Allan , but then caught sight of a rather lovely looking lady wearing a flame red costume with the plumage attached.


'Carnival?' she purred at Allan. Allan gulped.


OH poked him in the ribs...…………...

And said, 'The Carnival is over.'

Allan would have to seek 'er again

(that should have people putting on their thinking caps :-D)

Allan sighed, and she had such a lovely bunch of coconuts.

Still we could catch the Morningtown Ride, then Turn, Turn, Turn and we would be on The Island of Dreams.

Allan began to feel dizzy, with the heat, and fainted.

He began to focus again when something wet was touching his forehead.....

That cod was nearer than he thought.

Allan had been fishing for compliments, but at least they had tonight's tea.

He wondered if the monkey liked fish.

It was a bit of a puzzle, just like their precise, or even unprecise, geographical location.

They'd sambaed through Rio de Janeiro, dropped anchor in Grimsby and been somewhere where coconuts grow. This last WAS a mystery as, usually, Allan bought his from the local supermarket back in dear old Australind.

The journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step, but in which direction?

...……….
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
………….

;-)

Allan was warped enough without having the time to develop his technique.

The hokey cokey was as far as he had reached.

:-D :-D

All this talk of music from different decades was too much for his travel-weary brain. Poor Allan needed a break.....a holiday even....but where to go.......then he thought he heard his OH say "Allan how about Chilli?" feeling a tad peckish he said yes please....next thing he knew he was in Chile..."Not many coconuts here" thought Allan sulking...

But there is the Patagonian Trail.....

'Why not', thought Allan,' we have been everywhere else...…………..

Onwards and upwards.

All they had to do now was find a zoo with a Gonian so that Allan could spend some quality time patting it

Patting a whatnow????

Pat A Gonian

duh too early in the morning for me :-D

Of course Allan and OH had just missed the best time to travel the trails.....and it was raining heavily...what to do......

.. they needed some sort of boat.
Allan couldn,t stop thinking about the lady with a lovely bunch which reminded him of how Thor Heyerdahl crossed the Pacific so........

They immediately set off in search of a Travel Agency to book a Contiki tour.

Allan wondered why they hadn't just done this in the first place. It would have been much simpler and perhaps he wouldn't have developed his aversion to coconut shies at local fairs.

First part of the journey meant a trip into darkest Peru then up into the mountains to a lake with an awkward name. There they could start collecting the reeds for the boat.

Allan wasn't thinking awkward name...he was sniggering...."Lake Titi"....OH wasn't amused...."But sweetie it's Lake Titi.....then it's caca.....what's not to laugh at??"......Allan couldn't see why she wasn't laughing.....OH looked into her copious bag and handed a knife to Allan......he started to cut the Tototra reeds...."No sense of humour that woman" said Allan....just then a frog jumped onto his head.........