A guide with a strong accent
Had to do some parental taxi service today, with added challenge of a foreign language guide. Sort of. We were off to find a government office in another part of the city. I know; even after thirty years, I don’t know where all the streets go, and so we turned things over to an iPhone. For the record, many of the streets around here are named after famous French people and places, and guessing what the next street might be was often “lost in translation”. The turn in so many metres I can handle, but when there are three lanes in each direction, the street name has to be precise. Not so much with our electronic guide. We did get there; recomputing helped ease the pain.
And with that, the exciting part of the day was over. All simple stuff after that. Buy a lock for the pool ladder. Buy some more tent pegs (since all of mine were in the loaner tent). Buy some postage stamps. The life of a pre-tourist. A lot of tension about an upcoming hurricane (Arthur) and how much the en route weather might be affected. After all, we’re travelling by car, not a small Cessna, and road flooding…
I did manage to reprogram the handi-talkie and recharge the QRP rig. Just in case. Of a decision to operate, not avoid high winds. I want to keep that clear. With two weeks of assistance ahead of me, I might want to get the paddles out and let the rest of the world know how we’re doing.
