Travelling With Mo'

‘COOKINGWITHMAVIS’  #21       “ …Travelling with Mo’ ”

And so…….

One  thing I  DO remember from my school years, is NEVER !  to begin a sentence with  ” And ”……

And!  Do you know ?  - I LOVE TO DO SO! – over-and-over-AND- OVER- AGAIN !

…And grammar?...what the hell  is grammar?...creative writing should be creative!..a comma here…a semi-colon there..an exclamation-or-three too, and as for spelling…nonsense!...I’ll create expressive spellings too!

And so!...I don’t too often reminisce – but today I was sorting through the myriads of pics on my camera…my once quite costly Canon camera!...and many pics to save onto my laptop..and thence to delete on Canon: row-by-row-by-row.

Of course, I came across sohhhh many pics of BestFriendMo’ -and-Me, and it brought back glorious instances we’ve shared…the ‘foremost brainward  ‘  that comes to mind, is when she and I traversed the Italian autostrade, south from Roma, diretione Amalfi Coast, heading for our pre-booked reservation in a very-well-situated pensione in Positano …

BestFriendMo’   played navigator..I suppose that’s why we missed our turn-off…and overshot our destination by an hour-and-a-half ? –and I had done our trip’s homework for 6 months prior to travel..I’d found this sweet pensione, built into the hard rock cliff at the top of Positano …and it had just 1 en-suite room…and that was OURS  for a few nights!

A perfectly situated base while we were to explore the surrounding towns of the Amalfi Coast!

September’s heat was bearable…but we’d decided that I just couldn’t survive another night without the 5 Euro /per night aircon….

That night BestFriendMo’   froze her ears off… ”chilled to the bloody bone ”, she said.

So upon her directions, we rearranged our room…our extremely high-ceilinged room with sea views, and private balcony, bare, tiled floors of the local majolica Amalfi-style designs on such floor.

Mo’  refused to have her metal, single cot bed directly under the aircon yet another night!..the very same aircon that was installed about 4 whole metres high, out of reach (well that was because we the traveller, needed to hire the 5 Euro/per night aircon remote!).

Changing of the beds….

……ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

And so began our maneuver….Mo’  directing the whole exercise:

According to Mo’ , the only option was for Me to sleep directly under the 5 Euro /per night aircon..and in so doing, we’d just have to move the beds!……..

“ Up ” she says…I had to lift my metal cot bed up…over hers, while sliding hers under  mine -  she energetically grabbing the other end of it…us lifting it high in the air, above her metal cot bed…up-and-over-and CRASH!!!

Mo’  lost her grip and there we were…one bed ¾ way,  over the other, the sound of metal bed-onto-(very resilient)bare floor tiles -  shaking the whole darn building…

Reverberating through the whole pensione…( I giggle right now,  so many years after-the-fact,  while telling you this! )

No tiles broken…no bones cracked…we finally achieved her goal…but on second thoughts I said: “why couldn’t we just swap the very light foam mattresses and skimpy sheets,  onto opposite beds? - huh?  ” …might have been simpler and easier!

Positano is most obviously a beach town..a beach resort….a main street wending its way serpentine-like, down the mountainside to the ocean…culminating in a narrow pedestrianised tourist trap, comprising cheek-by-jowl beachwear shops…and gift shops, and souvenir shops, selling inflatable beach toys - and ‘whatever’-shops….a minefield for tourist trade, before one is able to gain access to any path onto the beach.

Mindboggling, colourful shops, packed with tourists  - both local, and other…and there she was , a gorgeous young(ish) German woman, the longest legs soaring to the sky, beneath the shortest of shortest flared miniskirts and tightest ‘boobtube’ , having stopped the tourist crowds, while posing on a decorative, shop’s balcony.

" ...and there She was "

Ancient German Proud Boyfriend  (who appeared to be quite affluent), snapping snapshots of her (and us doing so too!),  while she -  well aware of all the public attention , was posing, and POSING, AND! OHMYGOD!... “Look Mo’ !” …  “ is she a bloody male?! ”

…welllll….whatever !

 …The hips were narrowly non-existent, jaw too square, and those hands!    Enormous…but, I-I think that the dragqueen  pose, was the dead give-away! We both thought she was GEORGEOUS !

Positano and the beach

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Entry onto the beach at Positano

 *****Ahhhhhhhhh! Don’t miss next week’s recipe   – it’s the next best thing to Sicilian sundried tomatoes ! ………

A typical view of Positano

Majolica - the ceramics of the region

Along the coast past Positano

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