You should have a chat with Andy Slack. About a year ago he posted on his blog about some events from his life he was thinking of using as random encounters...
Brilliant! i'm glad it's not just me.
I like the comment at the end about not including 'nice' encounters. I know what he means although I've tried to include some of mine.
Phil wrote:
>p.s. It was not only NOT boring, but actually very interesting, at least to me anyway.
Well, that's very kind of you. Although the list may regret it yet... especially if (when) I get to repeating myself.
One thing I have learned. Write it down soon after or you'll just forget. I didn't even get onto 'later that evening...' from the Villa Tugendhat when I managed to leave my wallet in one pub after we moved onto the second. And we (Marik and I and two others - a Pole and a German) moved from that pub called Zelena Kocka (The Green Cat) because after waiting for the rest of the 'gang' (including a trio of three stunning Croatians) for about half an hour, we finally tried phoning and discovered they were wondering where we were as they sat in a pub across town, also called the Zelena Kocka. <sigh> Travel Tip: If you agree, in Brno, to meet in the Zelena Kocka - check which one. The barmaid in "our" Zelena Kocka did have a good laugh when I arrived back breathless about 40 minutes later looking for my wallet which fortunately someone had handed in and mimed losing my wallet as she had no English. I'd left Marik in the second Zelena Kocka having just offered to buy her a drink which was when I realized I'd lost my wallet. We'd just walked through a crowded/drunk studenty area in the centre of town and I had no idea if I'd dropped it, been pickpocketed, or left it in the previous pub. That was a stressful half hour. By the time I was back at the 2nd pub it turned out that everyone else had eaten and Zelena Kocka mk.2 didn't do food, so Marik and I ended up going to a nearby restaurant for a meal by ourselves - although to be honest it was gone 10pm by then and neither of us was very hungry. There we discovered that a cucumber 'salad' I merrily ordered with my best Czech and phrasebook was nothing like you'd imagine. Thin slivers of cucumber in water?!? As I said, never let it be said I don't know how to show a girl a good time. It was certainly memorable.
I think that was the evening when we finally rejoined the others, that they decided I - as the only Englishman - should 'perform' the James Bond introduction of "My name's Bond. James Bond." and blow the smoke off the barrel of my fingers... <sigh> there might even be video. But when a bevy of beautiful Croatians is asking you to jump, you just reply "how high?".
Meanwhile, I really should be writing Jeff something... excuse me.
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