I could imagine myself slumping around on a bejewelled divan groaning at the heat, and dipping my hand in to splash water on my face while inhaling sweet perfume from beautiful flowers I’m sure I had some fabulous palace in an earlier incarnation.
THE MATURE ART OF TRAVELLING ALONE. MY NEW EMAIL IS: OldBirdTravels@proton.me PLEASE LIKE AND SHARE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST!
Tag: ANIMALS AND PLACES OF NATURAL BEAUTY.
DELHI. ART AND ANCIENT OBSERVATORIES OF INDIA.
To imagine the little hands lovingly playing with them, seen across the millenia, laughing with joy maybe even having fights about who should have a go next. Also the larger hands that lovingly made these things for the then, apples of their eye.
PREPARING FOR INDIA AND BEYOND ‘CARPE DIEM’
‘Seize the day’ is my motto and thank the dear lordy lord I did considering the difficulties now. I do wonder if I sensed something ominous in the air, I was in such a rush to squeeze in as much as possible. I felt maybe it was because I was getting older and wanted to test myself with big adventures but now I believe it was some kind of premonition….
NEW DELHI MY DOORWAY TO INDIA.
Then there are the scammers who adore mature women travelling alone. They act like some kind of gigolos (Really? Have they even looked in a mirror?)
LAST DAY IN THAILAND. FINAL DAY OF THE TRANS SIBERIAN TRIP.
There all the wonderful calm took over my soul and I had reach my personal enlightenment. My Nirvana possibly was less profound than its supposed to be, in fact kind of shallow may I say, but it sure felt blissful to me.
SIAM AND FORMER GLORY. AYUTTHAYA THAILAND.
The best ones really are glorious but the heat never leaves them so by lunchtime my trotters were always scorchio (yes I know birds don’t have trotters but I am a bird piggy)
TRAVEL ETIQUETTE ACROSS THE GLOBE- THE TOP FIVE LIST.
After you ‘break’ them they laugh and join you in your silly acting in place of knowing the language, just bound by humanity and language barriers having been broken.
CENTRAL THAILAND’S RETREATS.
Now if you’re like me you can rough it with the rest but if offered a princess room you will swoon. I can do girlie too you know!
SPAIN. ADIOS MADRID, HOLA LONDON.
OR THE LAST LOOK AT MUSEUMS: THYSSEN-BORNEMISZA AND CAIXAFORUM MADRID THEN MORE AIRPORT HOTELS TALES
And here it was, my last day in Madrid. In the morning I would finally be going home after three months away. Tomorrow was to be a scary day. Home at last while Covid was just a twinkle in Wuhan’s eye. Home to mountains of mail and possibly some dead plants. Home to the familiar all unfamiliar now. Home to what would be, allsorts of shitstorms. Home to my gilded cage. (ironical to think we literally would be caged with the so called lockdown) Home to terrible dramas and discontent.
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SPAIN. MADRID IN THE SUN
You don’t always have to be purist about any kind of art appreciation just enjoy it for what you see in it.
Old Bird Travels Solo! 