Aircon

Germans don’t do aircon. Love the public transport but guys don’t blow hot air into confined spaces in Summer. I’m now on the bus on my way to Exmouth, which I’m thinking is an over 55’s resort. I count 34 grey headed fellow travellers. My favourite is the Trinidadian lady who has been listing off the airline meals she has had in the last 24hrs. The man next to her either has worms or he’s about to stab her. Stay tuned. I might be interviewed on the news if its not worms.

The men here have an affinity for bumbags, and here I was thinking that the manufacturing of these had ceased and the supplies were coming from stockpiles after the crash of the rave/ ecstasy scene in the 90’s.

The scenes outside look very like the Southern Highlands but here they call it Devon. The man sitting next to me hates me for sitting next to him, he scowls at me occasionally .

I think I have passed the Vicar of Dibley’s village 11 times.