Tag Archives: Travel

Roaming free sure ain’t what it used to be, not in these topsy-turvy times.

A Failure To Communicate.

All my giddy plans for more overseas travel
Have begun to chafe and fray and unravel,
It’s a quiet cruisy life here in the South Pacific,
But sometimes ‘quiet’ borders on the soporific.

When you’re stuck down in the Shaky Isles
A month in lonely lockdown has its trials,
Here we’re so far from the madding crowd,
Here, straying from our bubble is not allowed.

Netflix only goes so far in breaking the tedium,
And I’ve wearied of the always Right medium
So I tuned out news of the ever-present Covid
Turned off that big screen and gone off the grid.

But then my trusty Hewlett-Packard packed up
And how quickly my un-spammed mail backed up,
Now this is a lonely planet to be stuck in on my own
And I’m slowly losing friends thanks to a fading i-phone.

So I thought it timely to clean out the e-mails-
Those casual offers to meet consenting females-
One-off deals guaranteed to double your income-
Offers to collect a share of a Nigerian’s Princely sum.

So I trawled my way manfully through the spam,
I deleted every charitable plea and cheap scam,
Finally the excremental electronic dumping was done;
Then came my first message… would it be a welcome one?

Qantas called, said my frequent flier miles, set to expire
Would be honorably exchanged, should I so desire,
For a once in a lifetime trip on a luxury cruise ship-
I deleted that with one indignant finger flip.

Donald Trump is moving to Florida. It seems New Yorkers have not been ‘nice’ enough to him. You can guarantee Governor DeSantis will be on his knees putting out the welcome mat.

Shady Acres.

Donald’s upping sticks and leaving his home town,
He’s set his mighty mind on moving South and down,
Sunny Florida is where he wants to go,
Home sweet home, Mar-a-Lago.

He’s heartily sick of crawling traffic and stalling rents,
Don’s grass looks greener on the other side of the fence,
Don no longer seeks the Big Apples seedy streets,
He’s at home, on the course, teeing off as he tweets.

 

©Obbverse

A long put-off holiday can have its ups and downs. Sometimes you just don’t enjoy going out of your comfort zone.

A Spartan Holiday.

G and T visited the mythical mystical Island of Rhodes
Where old monuments abound and the vistas are stunning,
They stayed in historic abodes complete with crusty commodes,
Given the culture, the history
It’s more a tragedy than a mystery
That no-ones been civilized enough to get the water running.

Imagine settling down ones sensitive New Age derriere
On a vessel that’s been round since Homers homecoming?
Personally I find clean modern and convenient a breath of fresh air,
And I prefer to express, at leisure,
Unconstrained by time, or tide- or short measure;
I’d take any cheap plastic seat over this half-assed tin pot plumbing.

 

©Obbverse