Je Ne Veux Pas T’Abandonner, Mon Bébé

As I go to the airport I have to stop to photograph the latest Okinawan glory. It is a waxy, purplish,vine thing that has er burst into flower like partout.

No idea what it. Rosie?

No idea what it. Rosie?

It is the middle of November.

Blaues Gras, scheint auf mich.

Blaues Gras, scheint auf mich.

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Always look left when going to Tokyo.

I have always thought that the most undignified form of human behavior is displayed by those trying to wheedle their way into business class. I witnessed a new one on this trip. Fat guy plumps himself down into a seat. The attendant says,”Er like excuse me sir but do you have a business class ticket?”

Says he, with much menace, “Look my last flight  I was in business and you got a lot of free seats and I have bad knees. Whaddya gonna do huh? Throw me out, huh? You gotta be putting me on. I have been flying United for 20 years but I tell you this, this is my last flight if you even think about moving me to the back!”  and so on very loudly.

It worked, they let him stay. Short flight mind you.

Sagt mir wo die teufel bin ich?

Sagt mir wo die teufel bin ich?

Quite a lot colder than Okinawa

Quite a lot colder than Okinawa

I am now in a new city, well not quite as I was here 40 years ago. I wake at 4:00 and wait for the sun to rise. I am the first at breakfast.

Ok I love Japanese breakfast but yeeha

Ok I love Japanese breakfast but yeeha

Anticipation!  It is 8:00 am. I am  up, dressed, breakfasted. The thrill of having a free morning to ramble around a new city.

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2 Responses to Je Ne Veux Pas T’Abandonner, Mon Bébé

  1. Alan says:

    So what did the teufel reply? Looks pretty hellish, as does that breakfast! Hope your ramble in Hadesville was as great as your anticipation.

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