Daily chronicling on commuting- Commuting isn't for the faint-hearted. You need nerves of steel to survive the jungle that is commuting. No matter whether you're trying to get to or from work, getting to the airport for that well deserved holiday, it's a jungle out there and only the fittest survive. This is about my view of what's going on around me when I commute, on every day occurrence around other commuters, sometimes funny, sometimes frustrating.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Saturday 23rd February
After an early swim in our private pool, we made our way to the restaurant for our first breakfast, actually, brunch as it was ten twenty
We ordered a chauffeur driven car for our trip to Jambalaya beach
I wasn't impressed with the beach, however......it was awashed with litter of all sorts (empty cans, bottles, plastics etc)
The sea was rough and vast. I googled on my iPad to confirm the name.
Why?
The natives were either not understanding us or didn't know.....
"Is this a sea or an ocean? What is it called?"
"Yes......the Shea"
This was all I could muster, from our driver, to the owner of the bar on the beach, to the waiter serving us
No........ I didn't spell sea incorrectly........the natives have a problem pronouncing 'S'
It's a case of.......
"I shaw Shea shore ..........
You get the gist!
I googled the beach and hey presto!
Timor sea!
There you go!
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