| Chris & Dave -- Warwick
historians |
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| Trapped on the rooftop bar |
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| Snakes. I hate snakes! |
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| Unless they're drugged up to their
reptile eyeballs |
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| Wailing. SEveral times a day (or
night), sort of like humans doing an impression of a grand prix |
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| Dehydration sets in after
wandering across a dry/teetotal town in search of beers in the searing
heat of a 40c August Saharan day |
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| At some stage during the evening
the non-vegetarians contracted food poisoning. Bed-ridden for nigh-on a
week. |
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| After consuming 10 litres, that's
right ecstasy overdose victims, of water during the night (& squitting
most of it out behind the curtain) I awoke to find a cat giving birth
under the bed. |
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| 1991, year of the Gulf War I, was
not a year of phenomenal business for Arab tourist industry |
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| Oranges everywhere |
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| The boat back was a serene voyage
surrounded by dolphins. All the more bizarre after being tear-gassed in
Tangiers |
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| How many of those Exeter t-shirts
did I have, anyway? |
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| Gibraltar, land of dodgy pubs and
a "Main" St |
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| To Firenze, met up with Catherine
& Ian |
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| Duomo |
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| Purple shirts & faded jeans |
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| Ponte Vecchio |
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| Rome & the Forum |
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| Some famous building or other |
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| Christopher Alexander may have a
thing or two to say about this crowning achievement of Baroque |
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| Spanish Steps |
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| Vittorio Emmanuele |
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| 1991 Budapest -- still Trabants in
large numbers |
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| Bumped into another couple of
"travellers" |
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| Goulash surprise |
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| Poseur, moi? |
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