FROM WOMBATS IN SPACE TO WOMBATS IN EUROPE.
While in the early hrs of the morning, the 2 Fatso’s took over the controls of the plane at the request of the captain and crew whilst the majority of the plane slept. However this experience "was" captured by Grant & Harold - our thanks to the flight crew. Upon arrival in Zurich, our next obstacle was customs and the loading of the bus.
After the initial gasps and, "Oh my God’s, where is it all going to go?", our bus driver, Alberto, and the road crew soon sorted that jigsaw puzzle & stowed away and we left for Besana.
Thank you Alberto and we all owe you a big jug of vino! (editors’ note - some confusion at this early stage led us to believe that Alberto was the driver, we soon learnt differently)
Anyway, enough from me for now, I’ll let Rob have a go!
OK, so photography will be left more to him.
Upon arrival in Besana, (hope you teaches (sic) go easy with the red pen on the spelling mistakes but hay that’s up to you), we were split up and spent some time with our various host families (again we can’t thank them enough), where Frank and myself and many others of you I’m sure, had considerable fun trying to communicate etc.
One of the joys of travel is its ability to break down barriers and increase the need to improvise when words fail and we resort to hand signals and facial expressions etc. to communicate with all life’s kind wherever we go.
A big Happy Birthday to Aunty Jess is to be remembered and I apologise for not being able to comment too much on the contents of her big day, only that I hope it was a great event and convey to her all the love we can share with her on such an event. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS.
Later on some of us met up in the Piazza for the rehearsal of the Besana Band and met with each other’s hosts and chaperones.
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Now I lay me down to sleep. Try to count electric sheep.
God is in his Heaven and all is right with the world, or so
it seems when you’re exhausted.
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