We drove to the Largs Pier Hotel, and stopped in the carpark round the back. Here begins the second uneventful walk.
We walked to the back entrance of the hotel and went in. Passing the toilets on the right, and a door leading to the gaming rooms, we stopped at the reception desk to check in. From here we could see out through the front door to the road, the Norfolk Island pines, the jetty and the sea.
Now we had our room key, and some directions. We walked out through the front door, along the verandah, past groups of people drinking coffee in the sun. Re-entering the hotel through the main entrance we climbed the grand wide staircase up to the first landing where the staircase split into two and turned back on itself. Now taking the left staircase we reached the first floor, crossed the wide landing and, facing the back of the building, turned right and followed the passage round a corner to the end.
We entered our room, walked down some unexpected steps and over to the window where there was a sea view of sorts. You just had to look over the rooftop and the airconditioning ducts, to see two pine trees and the sea.
Now, having established the location of our room, we walked back up the steps, out of the door, and turned right, towards the emergency exit. We went down the emergency exit stairs, through a door at the bottom into a space behind the gaming room and kitchen and through another door into the carpark. Then, carrying our suitcases, we were obliged to walk right around the outside of the hotel past the bottle shop on Jetty Road, past the verandah outside the front bar, to the front entrance. This was because we couldn't use the emergency exit to get back in as the doors had automatically locked behind us.
We carried our suitcases up the grand wide staircase, following the route we had taken previously. Here an incident occurred, so that the walk was not entirely uneventful. Three ladies emerged from the front bar and staggered up the right hand staircase to the upper landing. All three of them were giggling and one had to be supported. Please excuse my friends, said one of the ladies, as they collapsed and giggled all the way to the second floor.
Ignoring the ladies we continued up the left hand staircase, followed the passage to our room and entered, shutting the door behind us. Here ends the second uneventful walk.
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Saturday, April 10, 2010
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mothers Day
It's Mothers Day. That means it's last Sunday. I know, I'm not observing the Unities of Time Space and Action. And it may well get worse.
So it's Mothers Day. We do not go to the Zoo. The people who do will be disappointed, because this is the Day that Karta the 27 year old female orang-utan decides to make her great escape. She twists 3 strands of electrified wire with a stick, piles leaves on the top, builds a pile of leaves and branches against the wall and climbs out of her enclosure. Everybody is promptly relocated to outside of the Zoo. They don't even get their money back, just a free ticket to come another day.
We, however, know nothing of this. We take my mother out to lunch at the Taste of Nepal, We eat goat curry, lamb curry, fish curry, and a little Nepalese fly hovers over our table. Through the window we observe a stream of young Koreans passing the swimming pool on their way to church a little further up the road.
Burping, we drive up into the Hills. We drive past our old house at Crafers. The occupants have built a fence around it and we can only see trees. We drive to Aldgate, admiring the autumn leaves. In Stirling we get out of the car. The liquidambers and pinoaks are glowing gloriously gold and yellow and red, someone is selling hot chestnuts, the air is like pins. There are too many mothers about the place. We can't get a coffee inside. We have to sit in a chilly gazebo outside the Konditorei, next to a slow dripping fountain and a depressing elkhorn attached to a post.
Before we go home we stop off at Mount Lofty to look at the view. There is a haze over the city and the rest of the view. People are looking at the identification boards in puzzlement. Where is everywhere? The tourists don't care but it's embarrassing for us locals. At least the sea is where it should be, gleaming like beaten copper in the late afternoon sun. But my mother doesn't believe it's the sea.
So it's Mothers Day. We do not go to the Zoo. The people who do will be disappointed, because this is the Day that Karta the 27 year old female orang-utan decides to make her great escape. She twists 3 strands of electrified wire with a stick, piles leaves on the top, builds a pile of leaves and branches against the wall and climbs out of her enclosure. Everybody is promptly relocated to outside of the Zoo. They don't even get their money back, just a free ticket to come another day.
We, however, know nothing of this. We take my mother out to lunch at the Taste of Nepal, We eat goat curry, lamb curry, fish curry, and a little Nepalese fly hovers over our table. Through the window we observe a stream of young Koreans passing the swimming pool on their way to church a little further up the road.
Burping, we drive up into the Hills. We drive past our old house at Crafers. The occupants have built a fence around it and we can only see trees. We drive to Aldgate, admiring the autumn leaves. In Stirling we get out of the car. The liquidambers and pinoaks are glowing gloriously gold and yellow and red, someone is selling hot chestnuts, the air is like pins. There are too many mothers about the place. We can't get a coffee inside. We have to sit in a chilly gazebo outside the Konditorei, next to a slow dripping fountain and a depressing elkhorn attached to a post.
Before we go home we stop off at Mount Lofty to look at the view. There is a haze over the city and the rest of the view. People are looking at the identification boards in puzzlement. Where is everywhere? The tourists don't care but it's embarrassing for us locals. At least the sea is where it should be, gleaming like beaten copper in the late afternoon sun. But my mother doesn't believe it's the sea.
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