Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Waiting To Happen
The Dutch tourist prowls the terrace, tray in his hands. He roars "BOO!" in the ears of strangers. How they jump! How they flail, hahaha!
I wonder if he realises that he is the one carrying
- two coffee cups,
- a Sauerkraut and Bockwurst plate
- and three bowls of soup,
stacked in a precariously teetering tower.
I wonder if he realises that he is the one carrying
- two coffee cups,
- a Sauerkraut and Bockwurst plate
- and three bowls of soup,
stacked in a precariously teetering tower.
Labels: dumb, people, tourists, vacation
Monday, 16 March 2009
Green
As the street winds on you begin to see them. The tip of a tail, the poke of a snout, a slice of green hide behind the fluttering white banners. The bus hurtles onto the main road and there across the river, there they are: Stumpy legs buried in snow, humpy backs arched against the sky, slumpy necks winding through the air in search for food.
Dinosaur Park!
Poised and green, they're staring at you staring at them. You look for a week for the entrance but none exists. Between you, there is only the river and the deep deep snow.
Dinosaur Park!
Poised and green, they're staring at you staring at them. You look for a week for the entrance but none exists. Between you, there is only the river and the deep deep snow.
Labels: dinosaurs, lost, places, vacation
Music
They raised a multifunctional building in the village, for all the emergencies you can think of. There are signs over each of the great green gates.
Fire Brigade
Ambulance
Doctor
As the bus rounds the corner, I see the sign over the last gate:
Music
I imagine the emergency call coming in, the gates crashing open, the cars rushing out, full of passionately playing violinists and one quiet harp.
Fire Brigade
Ambulance
Doctor
As the bus rounds the corner, I see the sign over the last gate:
Music
I imagine the emergency call coming in, the gates crashing open, the cars rushing out, full of passionately playing violinists and one quiet harp.
Labels: building, music, places, vacation
The Cake Eaters
Numbed from the attacks of snow and wind they ate on. None of them knew how long they had been sitting here.
It was chocolate cake.
Labels: cake, people, vacation
Surely The Plane Will Fly Just As Well Without Her
"That week! That week would be perfect for skiing. Can we make it that week?"
Oh how annoying. The stewardess has two days off, then a flight to Bangalore or Nairobi or Addis Ababa or somewhere, then another two days off. Impossible flight plans!
"Can't you swap?"
"Yeah, whatever. Or I just won't be there."
The Landlords
"Good evening, we just came for the bill."
She jumps up from the table with a happy greeting. 8 months pregnant. He chews.
"I'm sorry, did we bother you at dinner?"
She says not to worry, she's finished eating already, and laughs a fluttery laugh. She watches our hands as we take out the money. He chews.
We attempt a few pleasantries. She's fumbling with the change. We say, "good night."
She wishes us a good night, too.
He chews.
She jumps up from the table with a happy greeting. 8 months pregnant. He chews.
"I'm sorry, did we bother you at dinner?"
She says not to worry, she's finished eating already, and laughs a fluttery laugh. She watches our hands as we take out the money. He chews.
We attempt a few pleasantries. She's fumbling with the change. We say, "good night."
She wishes us a good night, too.
He chews.
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