Travel Stories
Waikiki - Hawaii
My room with a view.
I arrived here after spending nine days in Melbourne Australia where, after many a wild goose chase, managed to meet an old school mate I had not had contact with for almost twenty five years.
I had asked a policeman in the airport for help to find Joe and he had taken details. Later that evening came a knock on my hotel room door. It was a trendy dressed young man holding scrolls of paperwork and he introduced himself as the policeman I had met earlier and had brought along possible addresses and other details that may assist my quest. I invited him in, checked out the information and asked how I could thank him. “Nice soft bed you’ve got there” he answered.
On one evening whilst walking along the beach front I was approached by no less than ten prostitutes in the short distance of one block.
I arrived here after spending nine days in Melbourne Australia where, after many a wild goose chase, managed to meet an old school mate I had not had contact with for almost twenty five years.
I had asked a policeman in the airport for help to find Joe and he had taken details. Later that evening came a knock on my hotel room door. It was a trendy dressed young man holding scrolls of paperwork and he introduced himself as the policeman I had met earlier and had brought along possible addresses and other details that may assist my quest. I invited him in, checked out the information and asked how I could thank him. “Nice soft bed you’ve got there” he answered.
On one evening whilst walking along the beach front I was approached by no less than ten prostitutes in the short distance of one block.
Deep South
Can you spot the humour - somewhere in the deep south?