Jamie
Living Legend
... Iceland, as the name implies. A remote European island, terribly close to the North Pole. And they, improbable Icelandic (?) tourists in Switzerland, the whole van load of them (= no more than half a dozen) , wanted to take pics of my green machine parked in front of the Nyon harbor. They politely asked for my permission to do so. And then they wanted to take pics of truly yours in front of same. They asked again for my permission to do so. All genuinely eager and smiling. Their english-speaking spokesman said that they loved ("lafèd") my tattered leathers, my "distressed" Union Jack T-shirt and my bike way too big (" tu piiig") to be actually ridden.
I obliged, of course.
And while taking pics, they missed the next boat departure to the Geneva Lake cruise
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I obliged, of course.
And while taking pics, they missed the next boat departure to the Geneva Lake cruise
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