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Studying a broad space
I simply returned from Florida. Great state. Even their alligators have dentures. Newborns make their arrival at age 72. Potty chair? We’re speaking wheelchair. Want the bottle? That means Metamucil. Holiday items are diapers for everybody.
Those not subsidizing their being pregnant with Social Security are touring. Me, having been all over the place besides for downtown Madagascar as a result of I don’t know the place that factor is, I deal with you to some journey tales.
In the heights
Bhutan. Up. Very up. Like up the manner higher Eastern Himalayas are — as if something’s taking place in the Western Himalayas. Previously locked in as a result of of the outdated pandemic.
Those Himalayas are high up. Real high up. Tshering Tobgay the PM is younger. Handsome. Educated right here. Speaks perfect United States. If heading there, overlook inviting me. I get a nosebleed above a mezzanine.
Thai’d down
Bangkok. One of my good friend Queen Sirikit’s staffers organized the keep. An further sofa — doubling as a pull-out mattress — was open in the front room. One evening the telephone rang. Running to reply it I fell smack throughout this pull-out’s metal underpinnings. My leg was cut open.
Party police
Indonesia. I’m there writing its first president’s autobio. Sukarno invitations me to his 90-minute schlep-away weekend retreat however I don’t know the place my driver’s headed. No lights on the pitch black street. Strange for what’s to be a get together environment. Guards creep from hidden bushes. Surround the car. Rifles pointed.
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My information of their Bahasa language? Nil. Their English? Zero. The guards, nervous. No lights wherever. I shout I’m invited. They don’t perceive. Rifles level. My driver’s panicking. Finally some officer seems, makes a telephone call. Suddenly, down come obstacles, up comes a convoy from the shrubbery and I’m escorted to the entrance door.
The president himself seems. Barefoot. Pajamas. Says to me: “Why are you here? The party’s tomorrow!”
A spot to isle away the days
Papeete, Tahiti. Marlon Brando’s then home — seven hours by a Hollywood jet, minutes off the solely street, short driveway, no gatekeeper, no gate in any respect, no ID nameplate, behind South Pacific coconut, mango, banana and papaya trees, 5 minutes from Faa’a Airport stood Brando’s souped up bike.
Tarita, Marlon’s then stunning live-in Tahitian dancer roommate — high cheekbones, large eyes, waist smaller than my wrist — mentioned: “I have no help in the house. No maid, servant, cook or laundrywoman. I do all the cooking, cleaning, washing myself. He wants to relax so it isn’t right to have someone else disturb him.” Yeah, proper.
“I put the straw mats down. And with my sewing machine I sewed our long yellow drapes and white curtains and I hung them up, too. But he helped. He bought me a washing machine.”
I knowledgeable her she’d by no means make it in New York.
Home in the USA, I visited Hollywood. I requested one star how many loos had been in his Hollywood Hills mansion. He mentioned proudly: “I can seat 16.”
Only in Hollywood, children, solely in Hollywood.
See you in a bit, I’m off subsequent week to relaxation my bones.
