Don't worry your pretty little head about it
at least it's not some dodgy, anatomically misleading, virility statementHave you seen his photo?
at least it's not some dodgy, anatomically misleading, virility statement
pickled water melon, is it just the rind ?.
we should perhaps demand everyone is available for duty at 7:30 on the dot on the concourse, and we'll toast the mission's start. presumably boarding starts at 8am.If not it might give us the pip.
Don't forget that there is a 30 minute check in time for Eurostar. A difficult concept for a train so it might need mentioning more than once.
we should perhaps demand everyone is available for duty at 7:30 on the dot on the concourse, and we'll toast the mission's start.
I argue it's Gin, and I'd vote for sloe, i actually prefer gordons over plymouth. I do like my whiskey but would find that more palatable at that time of the morning.
. Do NOT eat at any of the kebab stands
Wut? The GCERC doesn't have a private club? Scooter is shocked! Shocked I tell you!
"Pretty little face" is an Americanism that can have at least two meanings: 1. You have a pretty little face, and 2. You have the face of a bulldog's butt.
2 shot glasses (one spare) is part of the standard kit, in fact THE most important part and you'll bee sent home if you fail the inspection drill.I googled "Where can I get a drink at 7.30 am in London" Along with a few Alcohol Concern sites it threw up this.
what do you think i'll get if i google "special helper in budapest"
well it's an excellent idea.You'll probably get Don. Every other Budapest link seems to feature him.
For the launch party I had visions of a sit down brekker with devilled kidneys, kedgeree, toasted muffins - that sort of thing. Something a bit classy. It's not every day that one sets off on a 17,000+ km journey with a group of people who should probably be sectioned.
I will be road testing my essential equipment on our forthcoming trip to India.
You'll probably get Don. Every other Budapest link seems to feature him.
No, you will most likely get one of my cousins or some other felon. I am tempted to fly in to be your tea boy at the market while I watch all you hacking your way down the weeds on the south side of Castle Hill. Of course, if I were the provisioner, I would buy just one shy of a necessary load of baby watermelons...and guess who would get stuck taking the photo as all other grinned and ate!
I did that, he said "wing it", then admitted that it would be "hard" to do that with a dozen people who would all like to be in a block and deffo on the train and in a sleeper.See the following thread at post #1 for what GCEK is all about and just click his picture and then click "message" if you wish to communicate.
so meet at 7:00 with slap up breakkie at the best fry up in x cross, how very british!
depart there at 8am for train.
a shot of sweet liquor in front of a gleaming eurostar platform, (administered on board then pop outside for group pic.
Don , The fundamental basis of this trip is the Interrail Pass which does include rail travel in all of the countries that we will be going to. In fact it covers everywhere in Europe except Albania. The trick is to find a way to reserve accommodation on trains that we have already got a basic ticket for. If this involves somebady making a profit so be it. We just need to find out who.None of them are partners in some vast Euro-rail agreement.
This ain't going to be a Wagon-lits tour. Nerves will fray and tempers will flare, especially the guy that gets stuck with the seat next to the toilet and the Albanian eating the garlic sausage.
Most important things first:
The watermelon pickles (dinnye) are whole watermelons, generally about the size of an apricot or a little larger. These are culled from the vines so that a few can grow to magnitude (many are culled, but few are chosen.).
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I was once in a dimly lit bar in Warsaw in Iron Curtain days when I as approached by a young woman who asked me if 'I had a fire for her'. I thought this was rather premature as we had only just met but then realised that she had translated from the German 'Haben sie Feuer bitte?' [do you have a light please?].
Mick. Was your entire early life spent in a John Le Carre novel?
"The Gricer that Came in From the Cold" perhaps.
I'll keep my other tales from behind the Iron Curtain and other dubious places for those long boring evening hours on the train - some too risque for Le Carre.
I wouldn't! That is why I recommended you ride the Siklo up and down. Unless you have tons of time and want to walk hand in hand up the cobble stone street to the romantic overlook view...stay off the hill. There is no easy way to get anywhere from the hill.don, how would you get from the budapest castle to the cog ?
i dont want to walk up, i want to walk down. It's only a few hundred meters.I wouldn't! That is why I recommended you ride the Siklo up and down. Unless you have tons of time and want to walk hand in hand up the cobble stone street to the romantic overlook view...stay off the hill. There is no easy way to get anywhere from the hill.
There is Bletchley Park, easy chair, map studying adventure, (how'd that Arnhem Bridge thing work out, Monty?) And then there is "boots on the ground", in the field recon intel that will tell you where the mines are buried.
I shall attempt to meld the two intineraries into something that will work for all. In the meantime, here is a web site that will drive you mad with options:
http://www.bkv.hu/en/
the romanian word for fire is incendiu, (acc google translate) but I was invited into a warmer room in some freezing pub in brasov with this lady declaring what is perhaps the most famous word in the english language which begins with f, and pointing to this door and smiling with a "and it will be nice and warm" face. I looked round in panic before the meaning was explained, though I'm not actually sure now which language she was trying to speak.T
It can work both ways of course. I was once in a dimly lit bar in Warsaw in Iron Curtain days when I as approached by a young woman who asked me if 'I had a fire for her'. I thought this was rather premature as we had only just met but then realised that she had translated from the German 'Haben sie Feuer bitte?' [do you have a light please?].Then again I latterly realised her profession was one of the oldest and maybe I had heard it right the first time.