December 2022 As I sit on my fourteenth flight for the year, with two more scheduled before the curtains are drawn on 2022 (god bless my carbon footprint), laptop open, a glass of wine and a blank word document, I begin to ponder over my journey over the last few months. Penning it down and (at the risk of sounding philosophical) ‘reflecting’ on this journey seems imperative. --- May 2022 After two wonderful years of ups and downs in Le Havre (thank you, COVID-19!), I said my good-byes, packed my bags and was on the train to Paris. But that was not my final destination – for now at least. After spending two nights at a friend’s, dropping my baggage off at a relative’s, catching the French Open and a round of golf in the middle, and a train to Beauvais (an hour north of Paris), I was on a flight to Barcelona. Checked in to my hostel, met my friend, went for 3 days of the Barcelona Formula 1 Grand Prix together, watched a Redbull 1-2 finish, celebrated with beer, sangria and tapas,
Hi Sanjith,
ReplyDeleteYes, actually, you horn is quite shrill to listen to from a nearby distance. It can really scare someone and they will think there is an angry hen behind them.
- Rakesh
hahahahhahaa, I love your horn, even without hearing it. :)
ReplyDeleteNo....it does not scare anyone. In fact ALL the kids in our complex LOVE it. They always honk the horn when they pass by the cycle...
ReplyDeletehahahahahhaa, I guess your mother would hear other kids torturing "her" with the noise, as they are passing by the cycle.
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