Air travel is boring. I snore above the clouds.
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When I was on vacation in Europe I hooked up with a chess player. I came a pawn her in Prague; I made my move, and man it was Czech mate. What a knight! She looked like a queen-cut lass, but turned out quite kingky. The next day I felt great, like I could have done a hundred bishops. That’s something I’ll never get board of: the thrill of the chess!
I went to Kinshasa, DRC, hoping to see modern skyscrapers, but saw nothing but demolished buildings. I guess you’d say there was an in Congo ruins between my expectations and reality.
Don’t drink anything while vacationing in the Caribbean. Especially in Jamaica. You’ll get the rums.
Embarking on a rail journey is guaranteed enter trainment.
The voyage of an alcoholic, aka Goo-Liver’s Travels.
If you’re going on a long desert journey, drink camel-mile tea.
Myanmar friends went to Burma. We love to sing and we love Japanese food. We arrived, got settled Aung San Suu Kyi songs.
My father, the deer hunter, loved to travel. I still remember his advice. “Go to Venice, son.“
I can’t hear up in an airplane. It’s too cloud.