24. lost in a honey pot
miss adventure drove round and round the block for hours looking for a park.
dizzy, tired, hungry and confused, recalcitron pulled on the handbrake and made miss adventure get out in the cold to look around.
hmm, says miss adventure, quietly to herself, this looks a bit like that city we came to a few weeks ago on the train...
seeing two very chic looking kids stepping from the warm cosy patisserie, miss adventure stepped straight up to them and offered cash if they would come with her, back the car (and shirty bear) to tell him that this was all part of her plan.
'look recalcitron these are people i know' she said, stalking off with them toward the river and leaving him to come along or sit in the car and die.
he heard them say something else and then dissappear into a train station. seeing this train station was giving him a vague notion that he had been to this city before.
i will climb to the top and looking down i will find them and when i do there will be hell to pay, said one side of his brain.
rushing back down the stairs, the other side of recalcitron's brain became distracted by the artsy things placed everywhere, making the train station very crowded and making it virtually impossible to find the recalcitrant miss adventure.
after a fill of statuesque repose, recalcitron gave up his search and went back to the roof to get a gas mask and stare out at the city scape.
emerging from the strange timewarp yet another converted train station, recalcitron sought food - look for crepes on the street and miss adventure will surely be close by.
happy to have discovered that miss adventure had dumped him in paris he let his old locational strategy kick in. if i just do what i want then so it follows that the people i want to see will just be there doing the stuff they want to do!
knowing that you can't have too much fun (alone) in the toilet of a french wine bar, recalictron steps outside and low and behold, those he seeks are sitting right outside under his nose.
obviously they now have a lot to talk about and it appears they gave struck gold. the patisserie pair are pigeon to a pie and know heaps about this city. their french accents sound strangely southern, but now was not the time to ask those questions.
they could wait until dinner!
after getting their new friends Mr & Mrs Bibi drunk, there was a general agreement that they would all meet the next morning to continue their new and spontanious friendship.
stay tuned. miss adventure would like some help to find the car.
dizzy, tired, hungry and confused, recalcitron pulled on the handbrake and made miss adventure get out in the cold to look around.
hmm, says miss adventure, quietly to herself, this looks a bit like that city we came to a few weeks ago on the train...
seeing two very chic looking kids stepping from the warm cosy patisserie, miss adventure stepped straight up to them and offered cash if they would come with her, back the car (and shirty bear) to tell him that this was all part of her plan.
'look recalcitron these are people i know' she said, stalking off with them toward the river and leaving him to come along or sit in the car and die.
he heard them say something else and then dissappear into a train station. seeing this train station was giving him a vague notion that he had been to this city before.
i will climb to the top and looking down i will find them and when i do there will be hell to pay, said one side of his brain.
rushing back down the stairs, the other side of recalcitron's brain became distracted by the artsy things placed everywhere, making the train station very crowded and making it virtually impossible to find the recalcitrant miss adventure.
after a fill of statuesque repose, recalcitron gave up his search and went back to the roof to get a gas mask and stare out at the city scape.
emerging from the strange timewarp yet another converted train station, recalcitron sought food - look for crepes on the street and miss adventure will surely be close by.
happy to have discovered that miss adventure had dumped him in paris he let his old locational strategy kick in. if i just do what i want then so it follows that the people i want to see will just be there doing the stuff they want to do!
knowing that you can't have too much fun (alone) in the toilet of a french wine bar, recalictron steps outside and low and behold, those he seeks are sitting right outside under his nose.
obviously they now have a lot to talk about and it appears they gave struck gold. the patisserie pair are pigeon to a pie and know heaps about this city. their french accents sound strangely southern, but now was not the time to ask those questions.
they could wait until dinner!
after getting their new friends Mr & Mrs Bibi drunk, there was a general agreement that they would all meet the next morning to continue their new and spontanious friendship.
stay tuned. miss adventure would like some help to find the car.
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