October starts off in our 2017 Travel Highlights Competition with another entry from the very talented Nancy McBride. I hope you enjoy HOP-A-LONG as much as I have.
HOP-A-LONG by Nancy McBride
Kicked off a tour bus that had overbooked, I was suddenly stranded with two British kids on the outskirts of Sydney. Undaunted, we bucked up and decided to do a self-tour we named The Anglo-American Singing Tour of Australia.
I rented the car, being insurable, and we assigned roles. I drove. Edith led singing, and David navigated.
I became frustrated at not seeing any kangaroos. David said, “Wait! Pull over. I see one! Look there!” Straining, looking where he’d pointed, I saw something hopping into sight!
It was the lovely David, in his hot pink shirt, making my day.
Kicked off a tour bus that had overbooked, I was suddenly stranded with two British kids on the outskirts of Sydney. Undaunted, we bucked up and decided to do a self-tour we named The Anglo-American Singing Tour of Australia.
I rented the car, being insurable, and we assigned roles. I drove. Edith led singing, and David navigated.
I became frustrated at not seeing any kangaroos. David said, “Wait! Pull over. I see one! Look there!” Straining, looking where he’d pointed, I saw something hopping into sight!
It was the lovely David, in his hot pink shirt, making my day.
NANCY MCBRIDE
Nancy attracts adventure. We’re not talking cliff-hanging, here, just stuff that happens to evolve into stories. When she suddenly takes charge, her decisions may not be yours, but she gets the job done, and there’s often a tale to tell. For instance, hitch-hiking happens to her, albeit always unintentionally. Once she once hitched in a Blue-labled Bently in St. James Park, in London, much to her walking companion’s dismay. But she was hot and dragging, it was rush hour, the car was almost idling, so hitch-hiking happened. The driver turned out to be a classmate of her ex-husband, yada-yada, and when he made a sudden left, her walking companion thought for sure she had been kidnapped. The driver just needed petrol and delivered her safely to the friend’s apartment about the time he arrived, rather irritated. She was rested and fine, thank you very much.
Nancy attracts adventure. We’re not talking cliff-hanging, here, just stuff that happens to evolve into stories. When she suddenly takes charge, her decisions may not be yours, but she gets the job done, and there’s often a tale to tell. For instance, hitch-hiking happens to her, albeit always unintentionally. Once she once hitched in a Blue-labled Bently in St. James Park, in London, much to her walking companion’s dismay. But she was hot and dragging, it was rush hour, the car was almost idling, so hitch-hiking happened. The driver turned out to be a classmate of her ex-husband, yada-yada, and when he made a sudden left, her walking companion thought for sure she had been kidnapped. The driver just needed petrol and delivered her safely to the friend’s apartment about the time he arrived, rather irritated. She was rested and fine, thank you very much.
