Bonjour mes amis! I prefer to leave messages for you here than send e-mails. Asking how you are I think is pretty redudant. After reading through your newest postings, I am convinced that you are enjoying yourselves as much as when you first arrived in North Africa. I don't know if I missed some postings, but I hope you have taken advantage of the fact that you are next door to the greatest desert in the world. When I come, we are going to take some of those camels and venture deep into the Sahara. Do you think they will let me tie some Czech beer onto the camel's harness? You know, something occured to me recently. The summer season is right around the corner and that means that you will experience a major influx of French and other European tourists. I suspect that the character of Tunis will change quite a bit during this time. You will witness the intensely frustrating and annoying tourism industry kick into full gear! And you know what? I will be one of those annoying tourists that knocks on your door (drunk) dressed in a hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. lol. I can only hope you will open the door. I can then guarantee that your blog title "Night in Tunisia" will take on a whole new meaning. lol. Decadence beyond all imagination will be visiting with you very shortly. Can you guys tell me if there is an optimal time to visit? My cousins are doing a tour of Western Canada with their band and I have promised to join them as "Director" of their road movie. The tour is called "The Dead Liver Tour". I am tentatively calling the documentary "The Open Liver Surgery Video". It will be best rockumentary ever made. lol. Anyway, after visiting you I will fly back to Vancouver and start the tour with them. We have gigs booked all the way up to Edmonton and back. Anyway, you know what's going on with me. You must have read my latest literary blasphemy. Things at work are extremely difficult lately. I am barely keeping my sanity together and I have daily conference calls with places half away across the globe. The Irish management on the client side is dragging my lifeless body through raging bonfires on a daily basis and the French consultants are destroying my health. Basically, my mobile is ringing at 22:00 and I just want to smash the thing into a million little pieces. Anyway, I don't want to bore you with my issues at work. Take care for now guys, and write when you have free moment.
Do you remember what it was like when you went to the Principal's office at school Loren? Posted in every school is a picture of the Queen. Uusally the picture hangs in the office. Does that remind you of anything? The photo that hung in schools for at least 30 years showed her in her twenties/thirties. We have however just recently received and updated picture. Shocking change. Apparently, that picture was also hanging in the post offices, municipal halls, library, and other places of government employment.
She however is not posted outdoors. But when Americans come to visit, they have asked me if the parliament buildings in Victoria is where the Queen lives. Even some of them think that the Queen is our leader.
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Bonjour mes amis! I prefer to leave messages for you here than send e-mails. Asking how you are I think is pretty redudant. After reading through your newest postings, I am convinced that you are enjoying yourselves as much as when you first arrived in North Africa. I don't know if I missed some postings, but I hope you have taken advantage of the fact that you are next door to the greatest desert in the world. When I come, we are going to take some of those camels and venture deep into the Sahara. Do you think they will let me tie some Czech beer onto the camel's harness? You know, something occured to me recently. The summer season is right around the corner and that means that you will experience a major influx of French and other European tourists. I suspect that the character of Tunis will change quite a bit during this time. You will witness the intensely frustrating and annoying tourism industry kick into full gear! And you know what? I will be one of those annoying tourists that knocks on your door (drunk) dressed in a hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. lol. I can only hope you will open the door.
I can then guarantee that your blog title "Night in Tunisia" will take on a whole new meaning. lol. Decadence beyond all imagination will be visiting with you very shortly.
Can you guys tell me if there is an optimal time to visit? My cousins are doing a tour of Western Canada with their band and I have promised to join them as "Director" of their road movie. The tour is called "The Dead Liver Tour". I am tentatively calling the documentary "The Open Liver Surgery Video". It will be best rockumentary ever made. lol. Anyway, after visiting you I will fly back to Vancouver and start the tour with them. We have gigs booked all the way up to Edmonton and back.
Anyway, you know what's going on with me. You must have read my latest literary blasphemy.
Things at work are extremely difficult lately. I am barely keeping my sanity together and I have daily conference calls with places half away across the globe. The Irish management on the client side is dragging my lifeless body through raging bonfires on a daily basis and the French consultants are destroying my health. Basically, my mobile is ringing at 22:00 and I just want to smash the thing into a million little pieces.
Anyway, I don't want to bore you with my issues at work.
Take care for now guys, and write when you have free moment.
Love Majlo
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Do you remember what it was like when you went to the Principal's office at school Loren? Posted in every school is a picture of the Queen. Uusally the picture hangs in the office. Does that remind you of anything? The photo that hung in schools for at least 30 years showed her in her twenties/thirties. We have however just recently received and updated picture. Shocking change.
Apparently, that picture was also hanging in the post offices, municipal halls, library, and other places of government employment.
She however is not posted outdoors. But when Americans come to visit, they have asked me if the parliament buildings in Victoria is where the Queen lives. Even some of them think that the Queen is our leader.
Miss you both!
Love MOm
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