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French Journal Day 110 (Travel Diary Day 190)
While the murky haze of this grey winter continues to block our adventures in Burgundy, Rachel and I have had some time to reminisce.
Over a glass of wine or two last night we laughed at the often ridiculous situations we’ve found ourselves in over the last few years. In fact, it was only 3 months ago when we drove our car off the ferry in Calais only to mistakenly drive straight up to the entrance of another ferry going straight back to Dover. That would have been the shortest visit to France ever. I had to reverse around the long line of cars that had angrily parked behind me.
When I was a teacher in Korea I once had a student back for detention. He couldn’t speak any English. After he’d written a couple of hundred sentences of his lines, he started waving frantically at me, speaking Korean and pointing at his watch. Ingeniously, I pulled up google translate and had the boy write in Korean. Google translate’s English output was not what I expected. It quite simply said “I will hump your mother”.
Knowing the inaccuracy of such translation software, I hid my smile and looked at the kid. Snot was running down his nose. Even at 14 this lad had no chance. I told him to go and I emailed my Korean co-teacher the Korean sentence. Apparently it’s more accurately translated as ‘My mother will get the hump/get angry”.
Another time in Korea, I was standing on a packed bus when a little old lady, probably in her 80s, got on. Old Korean women are the bosses of the world. I’ve been punched in the back multiple times by this demographic. On this occasion, she headed straight for me. I was holding onto a vertical pole to keep my balance. She placed her hand firmly on top of mine. We stood for 15 minutes, hand-on-hand. It was all made worse by the sweatiness that resulted from the awkward contact.There was space below and above my hand. I’ll never know why she did it, or why I didn’t move my hand. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t romantic behaviour.
Today’s Photo – Vezelay Abbey Vertorama
This is a rare vertorama from me. This place demanded it, and I have 3 more very different vertos to come. To get this blue tone, if you enjoy it, simply set your White Balance to Tungsten.
Vezelay Abbey Vertorama
Daily HDR Blog | HDR One Magazine | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Google+
French Journal Day 110 (Travel Diary Day 190)
While the murky haze of this grey winter continues to block our adventures in Burgundy, Rachel and I have had some time to reminisce.
Over a glass of wine or two last night we laughed at the often ridiculous situations we’ve found ourselves in over the last few years. In fact, it was only 3 months ago when we drove our car off the ferry in Calais only to mistakenly drive straight up to the entrance of another ferry going straight back to Dover. That would have been the shortest visit to France ever. I had to reverse around the long line of cars that had angrily parked behind me.
When I was a teacher in Korea I once had a student back for detention. He couldn’t speak any English. After he’d written a couple of hundred sentences of his lines, he started waving frantically at me, speaking Korean and pointing at his watch. Ingeniously, I pulled up google translate and had the boy write in Korean. Google translate’s English output was not what I expected. It quite simply said “I will hump your mother”.
Knowing the inaccuracy of such translation software, I hid my smile and looked at the kid. Snot was running down his nose. Even at 14 this lad had no chance. I told him to go and I emailed my Korean co-teacher the Korean sentence. Apparently it’s more accurately translated as ‘My mother will get the hump/get angry”.
Another time in Korea, I was standing on a packed bus when a little old lady, probably in her 80s, got on. Old Korean women are the bosses of the world. I’ve been punched in the back multiple times by this demographic. On this occasion, she headed straight for me. I was holding onto a vertical pole to keep my balance. She placed her hand firmly on top of mine. We stood for 15 minutes, hand-on-hand. It was all made worse by the sweatiness that resulted from the awkward contact.There was space below and above my hand. I’ll never know why she did it, or why I didn’t move my hand. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t romantic behaviour.
Today’s Photo – Vezelay Abbey Vertorama
This is a rare vertorama from me. This place demanded it, and I have 3 more very different vertos to come. To get this blue tone, if you enjoy it, simply set your White Balance to Tungsten.