Perfect moments in travel
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One of my perfect travel moments.
Or perfectly hilarious.
I got into a bit of a scuffle with 4 red neck racist in a hotel in Philadelphia.
Three of them being pretty big and strong looking, I fortunate enough that it was the fourth, a short, fat and very drunk guy, that told his mates to leave me to him.
He through a punch which sales about 6 inches away from chin, lost his drunken balance, stumbling backwards, he managed to knock over a spherical glass gum ball machine.
The cctv must have been hilarious as the five of us struggled to stay upright on ten thousand gum-balls.
One of my perfect travel moments.
Or perfectly hilarious.
I got into a bit of a scuffle with 4 red neck racist in a hotel in Philadelphia.
Three of them being pretty big and strong looking, I fortunate enough that it was the fourth, a short, fat and very drunk guy, that told his mates to leave me to him.
He through a punch which sales about 6 inches away from chin, lost his drunken balance, stumbling backwards, he managed to knock over a spherical glass gum ball machine.
The cctv must have been hilarious as the five of us struggled to stay upright on ten thousand gum-balls.
Edited by so called on Sunday 30th October 15:11
A gang of mates - we had travelled to Costa Rica for the first time to see a mate who was working out there.
You land in San Jose which is in the central valley, slightly elevated and cool for it's latitude.
We had hired a landcruiser or some such and had a number of hotel bookings - 1 on the carribean coast, 2 on the pacific, etc.
On our first morning we'd got the truck and were in the (cold) mountains descending onto the carribean plain towards Limon where they grow all manner of tropical fruit. As you come out of the mountains, you descend a frightening road with 6 foot deep drains for 35/40 minutes, maybe 1800 foot down to the coastal plain. It looks like the set of Jurassic Park (because it is)
After an opening of relatively moody, deep and minimal house, the ipod serves up Más Que Nada as we realise it's suddenly gone from 15-16 degrees to 30+ degrees and the humidity is insane, WE ARE IN CENTRAL AMERICA.
I think you had to be there (or have driven that road)
You land in San Jose which is in the central valley, slightly elevated and cool for it's latitude.
We had hired a landcruiser or some such and had a number of hotel bookings - 1 on the carribean coast, 2 on the pacific, etc.
On our first morning we'd got the truck and were in the (cold) mountains descending onto the carribean plain towards Limon where they grow all manner of tropical fruit. As you come out of the mountains, you descend a frightening road with 6 foot deep drains for 35/40 minutes, maybe 1800 foot down to the coastal plain. It looks like the set of Jurassic Park (because it is)
After an opening of relatively moody, deep and minimal house, the ipod serves up Más Que Nada as we realise it's suddenly gone from 15-16 degrees to 30+ degrees and the humidity is insane, WE ARE IN CENTRAL AMERICA.
I think you had to be there (or have driven that road)
No, I fully understand, sometimes music makes a moment. I had similar at the end of a trip to Japan. It had been utterly fantastic and as I was walking out of the hotel to get to the airport Ryuchi Sakamoto's "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence" started playing. This was the song that got me really excited about Japan, and hearing it at that moment sent a shiver down my spine.
I am a big gayer, yes.
I am a big gayer, yes.
Spent 11 hrs on a train from Goa to Mumbai, the forethought for which was filled with dread. Turned into a sublime experience, train had no doors so you could sit on the floor in the gap dangling feet outside watching India go by. Had a phenomenal Biryani as part of the fare which was a whopping £3.50 all in.
This is a nice little thread that I'd like to give a bump to. It's good to remind yourself why you go through the ghastly parts! (customs security, squished aircraft seats, inedible airport food etc.)
Despite the OP's original story, I think it best to leave out the good holiday stories that were made great by shagging! Loved the quote above from Groundhog day...in the same veign it reminded me of Dirty Mary Crazy Larry with Peter Fonda and Adam Roarke discussing Susan George;
Larry: "Nice little town."
Deke: "Any town's a nice little town.....when you nail a broad"
So, everyone please please post more of your perfect moments in travel, rather than perfect moments in up to the apricots...
A couple of mine; It occurs that most of my favourite holiday moments involve exploring sparsely populated areas, so I must be an antisocial miseryguts. I love it when you are cold/hungry/thirsty then chance upon an isolated restaurant and having them miraculously create something great. It's always best when there was literally no expectation at all.
This happened in Switzerland at the end of a days sightseeing and finding literally nothing open immediately after the ski season. Our isolated hillside chalet worked wonders and I didn't even mind the typically Swiss bill at the end of it.
Same thing in Rhodes, travelling with my daughter who is growing up far too fast and is now of an age where I probably wont have much more time with her before she embarks on her own family. Sitting quietly enjoying some simple Greek grub enjoying an elevated view of the quiet side of the island, watching the Med merge with the Aegean in a cool breeze.
Despite the OP's original story, I think it best to leave out the good holiday stories that were made great by shagging! Loved the quote above from Groundhog day...in the same veign it reminded me of Dirty Mary Crazy Larry with Peter Fonda and Adam Roarke discussing Susan George;
Larry: "Nice little town."
Deke: "Any town's a nice little town.....when you nail a broad"
So, everyone please please post more of your perfect moments in travel, rather than perfect moments in up to the apricots...
A couple of mine; It occurs that most of my favourite holiday moments involve exploring sparsely populated areas, so I must be an antisocial miseryguts. I love it when you are cold/hungry/thirsty then chance upon an isolated restaurant and having them miraculously create something great. It's always best when there was literally no expectation at all.
This happened in Switzerland at the end of a days sightseeing and finding literally nothing open immediately after the ski season. Our isolated hillside chalet worked wonders and I didn't even mind the typically Swiss bill at the end of it.
Same thing in Rhodes, travelling with my daughter who is growing up far too fast and is now of an age where I probably wont have much more time with her before she embarks on her own family. Sitting quietly enjoying some simple Greek grub enjoying an elevated view of the quiet side of the island, watching the Med merge with the Aegean in a cool breeze.
Las Vegas.
Found a gun store with a shooting range, choose any gun you like and it's $1 per bullet.
Burnt my finger on the muzzle of an AK-47, then bruised my hand from the kickback of a .44 Magnum. It was possibly the most fun I've had in my life.
Then off to the 'Carnival World Buffet' at the Rio hotel. I like eating in any case - put me in a cheap Chinese buffet and I'll be happy for the day... But the buffet at the Rio is like nothing else. The sheer scale of it is hard to take in - it's like ten buffet restaurants in one. Even if you only take a tiny sampling of each thing you want - you'll be stuffed before you get through 10%. And the quality of the food was better than pretty much any restaurant I've been to - the fact that they pile it up in a buffet is staggering. Oh and it cost $15 which at the time was well under £10
I was in and out of LV in one day, but loved every second of it.
Found a gun store with a shooting range, choose any gun you like and it's $1 per bullet.
Burnt my finger on the muzzle of an AK-47, then bruised my hand from the kickback of a .44 Magnum. It was possibly the most fun I've had in my life.
Then off to the 'Carnival World Buffet' at the Rio hotel. I like eating in any case - put me in a cheap Chinese buffet and I'll be happy for the day... But the buffet at the Rio is like nothing else. The sheer scale of it is hard to take in - it's like ten buffet restaurants in one. Even if you only take a tiny sampling of each thing you want - you'll be stuffed before you get through 10%. And the quality of the food was better than pretty much any restaurant I've been to - the fact that they pile it up in a buffet is staggering. Oh and it cost $15 which at the time was well under £10
I was in and out of LV in one day, but loved every second of it.
Early days, I had a good week in Torremolinos over Xmas 1987. Seriously, it was a great time, drunk as skunks, up and down the coast by bus, in various bars and villages. My girlfriend spoke fluent Spanish, made it so much easier to connect with locals in off beat bars.
Oh, and we're selling our house in the Philippines now, moving back to England. New Year's Eve in a cheap hotel......
Willy well and truly waved?
Oh, and we're selling our house in the Philippines now, moving back to England. New Year's Eve in a cheap hotel......
Willy well and truly waved?
Edited by King Herald on Wednesday 21st December 12:44
justin220 said:
Similar to what I was just about to post.
Out in the Dubai desert, we decided on a private tour. Arrived in good time and we had a bottle of champagne sitting at the top of one of the dunes watching the sun set. Stunning! All to ourselves
I had a similar experience in the Rajasthan desert in India, in the back of a truck heading out to Jaiselmir. The sun was behind us, just setting over the sand dunes. I never took a photograph but I was nodding off and in some semi lucid dream state, hovering between dream land and the real world. Magical times, but so long ago now......Out in the Dubai desert, we decided on a private tour. Arrived in good time and we had a bottle of champagne sitting at the top of one of the dunes watching the sun set. Stunning! All to ourselves
And another time in Nepal, a few months earlier, laying on the top of a bus in the cool balmy evening, winding through the mountains, looking up at the stars, reveling in the good fortune that had allowed me to take a journey millions dream of, thinking of friends back home, and two shooting stars shot across the belt of Orion, right there and then.
It was a truly unique moment, fantastic, I lay there feeling so warm and fulfilled. Orion has always been my lucky stars to this day. Everywhere I've been in the world I keep an eye out for him at night. The warm exciting glow of those early days on the road have faded so much over my years of travel, but I still remember those special moments.
Nice one. Burma looks interesting.
Venice sounds a bit of a cliche but effing hell it's hard not to be impressed. Wish we had found time to explore the islands but were limited to a few days. Would go back there in a heartbeat.
We had one of the least pleasant moments in travel there too; the toilets in McDonalds (probably the only "public" toilets available). Swimming 2" deep in piss they were the worst I have experienced anywhere in the world.
Venice sounds a bit of a cliche but effing hell it's hard not to be impressed. Wish we had found time to explore the islands but were limited to a few days. Would go back there in a heartbeat.
We had one of the least pleasant moments in travel there too; the toilets in McDonalds (probably the only "public" toilets available). Swimming 2" deep in piss they were the worst I have experienced anywhere in the world.
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