Arie

Arie (with a name like that he had to be dutch) was the factory clown. The sort of guy with a weird and wonderful sense of humor. He could say something extremely funny (everyone would crack up laughing) and he would still manage to keep a straight face which would make the situation even more hilarious.

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The Italian Job and Other Tasks

When planning our route from Switzerland to Slovenia I had a comfortable overnight train ride in mind; you know, relax, have a couple of drinks and maybe a meal in the dining caboose, followed by a nice kip in a supine position.  Turns out we departed Lucerne at 8pm and travelled some nine hours on a bus in the style of the 703 from Blackburn and piloted by a slightly dodgy pair of Croats who treated red lights and other road rules as suggestions only. Continue reading “The Italian Job and Other Tasks”