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July 11, 2008
A Rhodes less travelled
I've recently been to Rhodes. I went there because it's old and hot; like me.
Two weeks of entirely cloudless skies, however, came to a damp end on arriving around midnight at Gatwick. It was pouring with rain, and clearly had been for some time - possibly forever. We may already have been travelling for about eight hours - but in truth, our journey home had only just begun, with trains overground and underground reassuringly dysfunctional. By the time I staggered through my front door, wet and weary, all memories of things blue and cloudless were gone. Rhodes. Did it exist? It could have been a dream - I seemed to have lost my sun tan somewhere near East Croydon. While my will to live lasted up until Blackfriars station...
So for the next few weeks, I'd like to indulge myself on the blog. I'd like to get back to the sun, and tell you all about it. It's now a Greek island of course - though most other countries have invaded it at some time or other. It's a tale of sun, sea, sex, San Gria - and history!( I knew you wouldn't want to miss the history.) And news of an entirely illegal drink made in the hills, which I have had to bring back in an unmarked bottle.
So sit back an enjoy an expensive holiday entirely free of charge. But remember, my friends - apply sun tan lotion before reading.
Posted by Mr Bojangles at July 11, 2008 12:08 PM