THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD !
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We set out for The Isle Of Man with high heels and feathers untidily packed, and with just a little trepidation. After all, it isn’t long ago that people like us would regularly face the birch here for much less than owning a pair of red stilletoes! And although I’ve been known to enjoy an…
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Andrew and I have never been the type of couple to hold hands in public, preferring instead to showcase our relationship in a lewd, camp, musical cabaret whenever we are paid to do so ! We wear our hearts on our mics rather than our sleeves. However, were we able to complete a pert pike…
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Paul had never had any confidence in his partner’s ability to kick the dreaded weed. Andrew had been an ardent fan of Sir Walter Raleigh’s ruin long before they had even met. By the time he and Paul had ‘shared digs’ whilst on an early theatrical tour, Andrew had developed a habit akin to the late…
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My last foray into the world of blogging found me attempting to experiment with ‘ The Third Person’ – not a film starring Orson Welles, as I had previously thought, but no, that useful little vernacular that allows the writer to ‘expand his repertoire’, so to speak. Perhaps it’s always a good idea to ensure the third…
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A Final Blog! We leave Hanoi, the frenetic Vietnamese capital, with heavy hearts and even weightier rucksacks due to the ridiculous oriental trinketry I have unwisely failed to resist! The shopping is amazing here, each twisting lane presenting a cornucopia of merchandise to lighten one’s purse and darken one’s load. I envisage some lively conversations…
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Dong Hoi I set out from my ‘bijoux’ guest house in the small, provincial, untouristic town of Dong Hoi and headed for the incongruously psychedelic bridge which crossed the Nhat Li river. There was not a lot to see here, the town once being the main staging post for the Viet Cong during the war,…
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I arrived in Hue, the former imperial capital of Vietnam, in the dark, after an arduous bus journey which inevitably took much longer than the advertised four hours! I found a small, traveller’s cafe, where the food was hot even if the local climate was not. It was cold, wet and miserable. I huddled beneath…
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I awoke at dawn’s crack, which to anyone who knows me well is quite unusual, whatever the connotation! I packed my trusty, happy-snappy Nikon into my rucksack and set off for the ancient city centre of Hoi An in central Vietnam. I knew that if I were to take anything even resembling a decent…
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Here in Da lat city, in the beautiful, south west highlands of Vietnam, we had planned to get behind one of the famous ‘Vietnameasy Riders’ and head for the hills. However, when our two bikers turned out to be what looked like an eight and a half year old boy, and a poor guy with…
THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD ! 