Let me introduce you to...
the other families we met whilst on holiday.
On our way over to Gozo, by ferry, we met a single gentleman. We were right at the end of the line of cars, so had to drive up the rather steep ramp to the higher level of the ferry, half way up we met Monsieur Fat G**. He opened his car door just as we were half way up the ramp, slowly levered his legs out of the car and then even more leisurely heaved himself out of the car. The door stayed open for a while whilst he looked around, stared at us and then opened the back door of his car, reached in to find something and - in his own time shut and locked both doors, almost walked out of the way, but then felt the need to check them both. Now this would normally be quite acceptable to the patient people amongst us, but the ferry men were screaming at us to go up the ramp, do we squash him and damage the hired car? Do we hurl abuse at him? Or do we just call him names inthe privacy of our little frrty car and smile sweetly at him as he passes. Well you guess which we did!
This is a view of the sea at Gozo.
So far so foreign, now for Mr. Lager Lout G**. Ronnie knew a very good local bar to eat and drink in, sadly karaoke has taken over in Malta. After a night's loud entertainment, Mr LLG asked us who had sung a certain song, - well I hadn't even heard of the song nor had Ronnie. So we were asked another...same response, - 'Call yourself teachers?' etc etc, so another one came our way and Ronnie knew this one, so we claimed the prize. Great arguments, no way etc etc. The karaoke book came to our rescue, sadly. Mr LLG then became very abusive - as my daughter would say - DUH? You have a problem? Yes, but he was sorted by the friendly locals, - so thank you Paulo and others!
Corr - aren't we human beings a strange tribe?
Don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful time, thoroughly enjoyed it. The 'but' applies to the behaviour of this strange human race!
Paulo was a very special person who made the holiday so incredibly touching. He is diabetic - of the worse type. Last year he had one leg amputated just below the knee, then this year the other leg was also amputated. He gets around in an adapted car, he finds it tiring and tough. However, he is a man who looks at life as something to be lived with enjoyment and with due regard to other people's views. He helps others wherever he can and is a good conversationalist. And he looks forward to the future with pleasure. What a man and what a privilege to have met him.
the other families we met whilst on holiday.
On our way over to Gozo, by ferry, we met a single gentleman. We were right at the end of the line of cars, so had to drive up the rather steep ramp to the higher level of the ferry, half way up we met Monsieur Fat G**. He opened his car door just as we were half way up the ramp, slowly levered his legs out of the car and then even more leisurely heaved himself out of the car. The door stayed open for a while whilst he looked around, stared at us and then opened the back door of his car, reached in to find something and - in his own time shut and locked both doors, almost walked out of the way, but then felt the need to check them both. Now this would normally be quite acceptable to the patient people amongst us, but the ferry men were screaming at us to go up the ramp, do we squash him and damage the hired car? Do we hurl abuse at him? Or do we just call him names inthe privacy of our little frrty car and smile sweetly at him as he passes. Well you guess which we did!
This is a view of the sea at Gozo.
So far so foreign, now for Mr. Lager Lout G**. Ronnie knew a very good local bar to eat and drink in, sadly karaoke has taken over in Malta. After a night's loud entertainment, Mr LLG asked us who had sung a certain song, - well I hadn't even heard of the song nor had Ronnie. So we were asked another...same response, - 'Call yourself teachers?' etc etc, so another one came our way and Ronnie knew this one, so we claimed the prize. Great arguments, no way etc etc. The karaoke book came to our rescue, sadly. Mr LLG then became very abusive - as my daughter would say - DUH? You have a problem? Yes, but he was sorted by the friendly locals, - so thank you Paulo and others!
Corr - aren't we human beings a strange tribe?
Don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful time, thoroughly enjoyed it. The 'but' applies to the behaviour of this strange human race!
Paulo was a very special person who made the holiday so incredibly touching. He is diabetic - of the worse type. Last year he had one leg amputated just below the knee, then this year the other leg was also amputated. He gets around in an adapted car, he finds it tiring and tough. However, he is a man who looks at life as something to be lived with enjoyment and with due regard to other people's views. He helps others wherever he can and is a good conversationalist. And he looks forward to the future with pleasure. What a man and what a privilege to have met him.
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