The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat.
They took some honey and plenty of……..
Well, I am sure you all know how the rest goes! Just don’t ever mention boats to me again! And as for green!!
It had all started so well. The train journey from Paris passed in a blurr of countryside and speed with Shazza quietly devouring a book on Roman Byzantine art and where’s ‘hot’ in the old port. Marseille is a lovely city and the oldest in France. Founded by the Greeks it has been an important trading post and port and seen nearly all the great European and North African Empires sweep through its environs. As a result it is a major centre of art and history with numerous museums and galleries, ancient and historical buildings. And who am I to argue with Shaz. A quick taxi ride, but not so fast as Paris, one bemused hotel receptionist later and in no time we were strolling along the waterfront. In the shadows of Fort Saint Jean Shaz announced we should eat and duly appropriated a table and sent the waiter scurrying into the kitchens, his menu and notepad redundant. I think it was the ‘fruits de mer pour deux’ that was my downfall, not the copious amounts of local wine that accompanied it.
The next morning after a light breakfast I was 30 minutes into our Mediterranean crossing when a voice announced:
“Think yous needs a bucket, Pet. You’ve started to look like someone who’s swallowed a bottle of Chartreuse and a bowl of olives.”
In the circumstances not one of Shazza’s most tactful comments, but non the less a very accurate one. If I looked like an Irish Martian on the outside it was nothing compared to what my insides were gearing up for. For the next few days I did nt stir from my bunk and only have a vague recollection of later being half carried down a gangplank, bundled into a taxi which smelt worse than I did and waking up amongst clean white sheets staring up at a ceiling fan turning slowly at a tilted angle.
“Why, man, welcome to Alexandria. I thought I was gonna have to bury you at sea. Are yers ready for an Egyptian beer yet and some couscous and saniyit kufta yet? Only the first match is on Saturday and we have nt been up the Pyramids yet. Now move yerself, I’m away doon the souk for some silk trousers.”
Dear reader. Normal blog service will be resumed tomorrow.