We were squashed together on a small green sofa in the police chief’s office; he was sat opposite us wearing an open collar shirt with tufts of chest hair poking out. His broad salt and pepper moustache hung over a cigarette stained smile and his long hair was slicked back over his head suggesting an early morning raid of the canteen chip pan.
Are those daiquiris? Whatever they are they look good. Amazing that you're nearly on the last leg of the trip. Nice work and look forward to the next instalment! Cx
So what does the future hold? Your discussion in Bali - the outcome is keeping me awake......
PS: Where is the Coole Swan .....LOL
Loving the posts - write more often???
Always our deep love and affection......XXXXXOOOOO
Are those daiquiris? Whatever they are they look good. Amazing that you're nearly on the last leg of the trip. Nice work and look forward to the next instalment! Cx
I live for your posts -very entertaining. I was fully expecting the 4 words to be “you are under arrest.”
I guess you saw that there were bloody demonstrations and 6 fatalities a few weeks after we met in Nukus. About a block from that Turkish restaurant.
Enjoy the final weeks of your life changing trip. Hope to see you in London in spring.