Ιὠε ξθστ φινισηεδ τρανσψριβινγ Oops! I've just finished transcribing my 'travel journals' of a trip I took to Graubünden years ago - 4 small notebooks which are more or less a running commentary on using my Swiss Pass on the Rhätischebahn, preceded by a stay in Salzburg and finishing in Locarno. It starts with leaving Dover Harbour on a Seacat, travelling by overnight train and Postbus through Switzerland, drinking Williams pear liqueur on the Glacier Express. Main concerns were how to wash and dry clothes, buying food - mainly at the Coop (just like home, there, then), hotels I stayed in and their breakfasts, concerts (in Salzburg and Chur), people I talked to. And embarrassing occasions.
Never seen any of Portillo's programmes - do you think we'd get on, or would he be a cut above me? Anyway, this was train travel at its most glorious.
Never seen any of Portillo's programmes - do you think we'd get on, or would he be a cut above me? Anyway, this was train travel at its most glorious.
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