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Its an adventure !!

A travel blog entry by pkumar01

Swami Ronnie says, "Its not an adventure until **** hits the fan".

I started driving early morning at around 6 AM today because I had a 12 hour long drive ahead of me to reach Charlotte, NC to meet Vivek. He's a friend that I have known from Seattle and he now lives in Charlotte with his wife, Laxmi.

90 minutes or so into driving and I got busted for speeding ...

Austin to San Jose

A travel blog entry by kirklmiller

... his money playing pool over here and betting on games. Not kidding.

One of the stewardesses seems to have taken a liking to me. She keeps dropping off the little bottles of Jack Daniels at no charge and saying "Pure Vida!" I'm now up to 4 with a couple of stowaways in my backpack. I hope I know where to go when I get ...

In and around ‘The Queen’

A travel blog entry by malbet

... I guess you probably do – as you’re a knowledgeable kind of chap)

The bead-work display was small, featuring gowns from 1937 to 2012, but nonetheless interesting. Some pieces were, well in my opinion, quite frankly awful – Armani it might be but hung like this it looks shapeless and drab. Others were more elegant.

Some harked back to an ...

Dinner & Lunch

A travel blog entry by waynetwigg

... accent and said "You are from South Africa aren't you - I grew up there."
Wayne : "Really, where?"
Jaars lady: "oh Kwa Zulu Natal"
Wayne: "wow where in Kwa Zulu Natal?"
Jaars lady: "a small town in the midlands - Howick"
Wayne: (stunned) "We come from Howick, where did you worship?"
Jaars lady: "Howick Community Church".....
It turns out it was Cheri - Wilfred Hart's daughter.

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Heading North to get South

A travel blog entry by waynetwigg

... nice for a change...
When we came to pay for our groceries, Kerrin and I stood a little dumbfounded, as the tellers had no platform for you to place your groceries on, so we just kinda stood there trying to figure this out. We obviously looked like hill billies again because some kind packer promptly came over to us and removed my basket from my hand and ushered us over to the till point. The basket goes on ...