Rarotonga Day 6

The plonker needed a hat so he got one with a kiwi on it cause he was a kiwi in Rarotonga. What an intellectually challenged doofus he is.

After hooking a marlin with spawny tart and two others from the wedding group then loosing it at the boat he should have got the second hat.

Cause he was a “COCK in Rarotonga”

Rarotonga 2019 Day 3

The plonker hired a car for him and the tart to tour the island, all 30 odd kilometres of it. Fat bastard should have walked, would have been more eco friendly.
They thought they had lost me but I had hidden in the boot. The plonker thinks a boot is something the tart gives him as foreplay.
Bugger, should have stayed in the boot a bit longer, spotted by the plonker.
As they oinked latte’s and moca’s at the local art gallery checking out the over priced Raro shirts I made my getaway !
Ended up at the Muri Beach Club Hotel. Met this man who kept buying me Long Island Iced Tea’s and let me stroke his “happy budda” belly while I sat on his knee.
The tart tracked me down and my night ended in a living form of hell. Confined to bed with the tart !!!!
Sunrise the day the plonker and spawny tart ( tarts daughter ) go game fishing.

Rarotonga 2019 Day 1

Arrived at the hotel in Rarotonga and was greeted by this great specimen. Loved the subtle use of the local flora a fauna.
Time to relax with an “Island Girl” cocktail. Apparently it makes you pass a strange colour.
The next morning looking out the window first thing in the morning.

Okay Day One in Paris

Landed at 2:30 found the hotel at 4:30. The taxis driver gave us the standard tour around Paris to our hotel. Hence the few undercover photos of Paris’s more unknown tourist attractions.

At 6:30 pm we ventured into the heart of the beast “Le Metro”. If it wasnt for the trail of bread crumbs left behind we probably would never have surfaced alive. This is not a 2 zone trip from Candelabra or a 3 zone trip from Woburn to Les Greenman its far more complex than that !!!

Oui Oui mon amies

Oui Oui mon amies Inspector Clouseau failed and I got in without even the whiff of a rubber glove.

I think the 34 hours travelling without having a shower gave me that european sheikh unkempt look and aroma which confused them greatly

Route 66 – June 2014

So not long after I was liberated, the tart and the plonker (TP) decided to do an overseas trip. The tart couldn’t decide where to go so the plonker decided he wanted to do Route 66.

@ $6000 to rent a Ford Mustang Convertible there were a few compromises to make. One of them being the Ford Mustang.

Transited through San Francisco on the way to Chicago.  The airline waylaid the tart’s bag. Travel Lesson No 1.