Scenes on Sunday ~ Memories
sometimes, the good memories are all we have left
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
don’t run away into the desert
but enjoy your desert adventures
Scenes on Sunday ~ 2019 Travels
These are the places I will be visiting this coming year.
California ~ perhaps take a road trip.
Lanzerote
Olu Deniz in Turkey
Crete
Malta
London ~ again
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the issue is,
finding a travelling companion
Scenes on Sunday 2018
How many miles must a man travel, before he finds himself?
This year I’ve been to some interesting places, for example;
starting with California
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Oludeniz in Turkey
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Llandudno in Wales
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Crete
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York
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Albuquerque in New Mexico
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Lanzerote
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and more California
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
and was I happy with all that travelling?
you bet I was
Scenes on Sunday ~ Favourite Pictures 2018
These are among my pictures I like most of all.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
taken by the girl riding shotgun
Scenes on Sunday ~ Lanzerote
An Island in the sun takes a man away from his cares and woes.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Next time I need a cool girl to take on a long bike ride around the island.
Norwegian Wood
What happens on vacation, stays on vacation…..
On vacation in a pretty nice hotel, six of us decided to find the very worst dive on Lanzerote. Although it didn’t start out like that. It started out as an ordinarily normal evening in an hotel bar. And then we went out and caught a bus.
The bus driver got so fed up with the 3 women trying to pay in 20 Euro notes that he just waved us on board, and then made us all get off at the end of the line. Where we found the very worst dive on the Island.
There was an ugly Spanish guy behind the bar, the black guitarist, and two other bewildered looking customers. Without asking the barman brought all the women caramel vodkas, and then again, and again.
The guitarist was damn good! He played all of ‘classical gas’. Mind you he could have used a haircut, a wash, and a shave, a change of clothes, and a better attitude.
So there was a sing-along of beatles, stones, and the who. After 4 or 5 caramel vodkas women cannot sing.
And then it went pear-shaped My female temporary friend demanded that the guitarist play Norwegian Wood. Not going to happen. But it did
Eventually I went back to the hotel, walking, took me an hour. My friends did not show up for breakfast. I do not want to know what happened. I guessed.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Too Many Vacations?
Travel broadens the mind and the waistline ~ at least there were trains.
In the past year I’ve visited California, Turkey, Wales, Crete, New Mexico, back to England a few times, Lanzerote, and today I return to England for the Holiday Season. And, I’ve seen more high art than you can shake a stick at.
The weather has varied from burning hot, to freezing cold, poring rain, and driving snow.
My favourite travelling companion is The Girl Riding Shotgun, and my favourite place, Balboa Island, in Orange County CA.
I’m glad to be going home to England today.
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Jack Collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Hyatt, near Albuquerque NM
Motorbiking
The mythology of motorcycles is all about men who have never grown up.
Today I rented a little put-put bike and toured around this end of the Island for a few hours.
You know what, it was Fun! Even though this little thing would only do about 35 mph, going downhill. Yet I got to see bits of Lanzerote that most tourists will never see.
Renting this bike also got me away from my little group of fellow solitary travellers ~ and after a week together we could all use the break.
Still, I fly home tomorrow, and I’m cool with that.
Turns out that motorbiking is also a very rude term. Who knew?
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Jack Collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
dramatic sky and steel-blue sea
Going Home
“Too much of anything is bad, but too much of a good time is barely enough.”
I had my flight back home to England confirmed last evening. I leave this pretty, (and pretty weird), island at 15:55 tomorrow, arriving back in my local airport at 20:10. So, I should be back in the garret at about half-past-nine tomorrow evening.
I enjoy being a solitary tourist, Lanzerote is cool, and the group of fellow solitary travellers I’m with are friendly, but something has gone a little bit wrong on this vacation. Perhaps I’ve had too much time to think, or too much sun, or I’ve had too many vacations this year….. Whatever it is I am going to be leaving here feeling uneasy, dissatisfied, and anxious. Which is not the point of a sunshine vacation at all.
Some say that you can get too much of a good thing. And, that wherever you go you take yourself with you. All I know is that I’m going to be glad to be home again.
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Jack Collier
Ijackcollier7@talktalk.net
Solitary Tourist
Alone again ~ naturally.
At half-past-eight this morning I’m heading off on an all Island Grand Tour ~ although how much of 326 sq mile Lanzerote one can see in one day I’m not certain.
What’s just as interesting is why I’ve chosen to do this while nobody else in my little collection of vacationers wanted to take this tour. It seems that I still have this odd desire to be on my own, doing my own thing, without ever wanting to ‘fit in’ with a group. As it goes, I really don’t like being in a group.
I never ‘join’ groups, clubs, associations, or societies. In fact, a lot of the time I live outside of day-to-day, ordinary ‘society’. Most people both bore and irritate me ~ those people who blog here on WordPress are notable exceptions. Perhaps that withdrawal from society is my loss, but I think I’m too late to change myself now.
It’s true that my lifestyle makes it harder to meet women…..
Oddly enough, the women in my little group of fellow holidaymakers seem to recognise that, and have suggested that I join a dating site ~ Match.com. They were only half-joking.
Maybe I’ll think about that while I’m sitting on the coach during this Island Tour. In-between taking lots of pictures.
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Jack Collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.com
Lanzerote is pretty
