. This post is a reminder of why we are human and from whence we came. It’s a timely reminder from my main site of the wonder not the ugly face of these vile days.
THE MATURE ART OF TRAVELLING ALONE. MY NEW EMAIL IS:OldBirdTravels@proton.me PLEASE LIKE AND SHARE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST!
Tag: ART
BRIGHT FLOWERS AND FRUIT IN SOHO LONDON, U.K.
So now my friends I have a bright and bold bathroom floor. I was anxious at the beginning it would be too much, especially with all the crisis hangovers, but I love it.
REBECCA LOST IN THE FORBIDDEN CITY. BEIJING CHINA.
As awful as my train arrival (initiation by fire) had been and my crying into my t-shirt covered filthy pillow the previous night, nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught of rabid Chinese tourists and misery of the Forbidden City. (
BROKEN FOOT IN MERIDA, MEXICO. ONWARDS DESPITE THE PAIN!
OR HOW I STAGGERED ON FOR ANOTHER INSANE MONTH ON A BROKEN FOOT AND MASHED ANKLE.
ALERT: there is a lot of shouty sweary bits in this post so not for people who disapprove of foul language and indeed a potty mouth to end all potty mouths.
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ULAANBAATAR CAPITAL OF MONGOLIA.
OR MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH MONGOLIA AND IT’S PEOPLE
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Old Bird Travels Solo! 