There's never been a better poet than R.W. Service. So here's one for you Bobby:
I am a man quite frugal
I love to save money using Google
I search francais online
For all of my wine
Then toot my own Bordeaux bugle.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Going Home
Bonjour,
Well, I've made it back to North America...finally. Got stuck on a Canadian transporter that got stuck in the Suez Canal. When she finally got unstuck, little to my knowledge, the Captain decided to spend a few months in Marseille for repairs.
Having no money, I had to stay put. Getting tired of waiting, I figured I'd better earn some euros so I could catch a flight back to Makiniwik. Without a janitor there at the airport, the place has probably become filthy. Pilots are the worst for wiping their shoes. They get off their plane, walk through the field, and then track the mud through the gate and passenger arrival area.
Thinking on that, I decided to do a little janitorial work in Marseille. Not being conversant in the dominant language, I was forced to find outside work. Wouldn't you know it, the French still wipe their shoes before entering a building--good manners!
They call 'em gratte-pieds and they need someone to clean them regularly. Here's a few pics of the things after I cleaned them.
Will tell you how I got across the ocean in the next post. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in a Quebec town just outside of Montreal. Need help to get back up North.
Well, I've made it back to North America...finally. Got stuck on a Canadian transporter that got stuck in the Suez Canal. When she finally got unstuck, little to my knowledge, the Captain decided to spend a few months in Marseille for repairs.
Having no money, I had to stay put. Getting tired of waiting, I figured I'd better earn some euros so I could catch a flight back to Makiniwik. Without a janitor there at the airport, the place has probably become filthy. Pilots are the worst for wiping their shoes. They get off their plane, walk through the field, and then track the mud through the gate and passenger arrival area.
Thinking on that, I decided to do a little janitorial work in Marseille. Not being conversant in the dominant language, I was forced to find outside work. Wouldn't you know it, the French still wipe their shoes before entering a building--good manners!They call 'em gratte-pieds and they need someone to clean them regularly. Here's a few pics of the things after I cleaned them.
Will tell you how I got across the ocean in the next post. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in a Quebec town just outside of Montreal. Need help to get back up North.
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