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.
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.
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.
SPAIN. MADRID IN WINTER.
OR THE PRINCESS SOFIA ART MUSEUM, ARCHAEOLOGICAL MUSEUM AND THE ANTHROPOLOGICAL MUSEUM OF MADRID
Scared like a baby to go home, this is the first time I’ve felt estranged from Europe and especially the uk. This trip has been such a forceful experience that it’s immersed me and controlled the here and now. I’ve had to think on my feet and watch my back. Now I’m back just spitting distance from home I feel truly fearful. Or reintroduced to Europe after three months of the Americas.
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STREET FOOD AND FLU IN KOTA KINABALU, BORNEO, MALAYSIA.
Walking away and to a bar for a cocktail overlooking the harbour I felt nostalgic. This was my last night and in the morning I would be in Bangkok.
TECHNOLOGY AND TRAVEL. WHAT YOU NEED TO TRAVEL WITH.
There are constantly new devices on the market so keep your eye out for anything that is lighter or multifunctional and I will update this if I find out new short cuts for you.
THE TALE OF THE BITING FISH. KOTA KINABALU, BORNEO, MALAYSIA.
At cocktails the tasty food in little bite-size pieces were delicious, much as the bite-size pieces that the cannibal fish had nibbled off me, probably had been to him too.
Old Bird Travels Solo! 