The Ladies and The Tramp

A very special guest blogger has provided the following travel tails, my Mum!!

Our holidays visiting Carly and her brother have presented us with many photo opportunities, and the following are a couple of my favourite Tails.

Life on the streets of Bangkok: not easy! This tramp may have found some comfort on his bench at the ferry terminal, and the bottle below? Well that's exactly how we found him.

Some doggies have a very different life experience. Take the ladies of Ginza Street, Tokyo.

After checking out the leather wear at Prada, dogdem sets in and it's far too much effort to walk to Louis Vuitton. A ride in a jaunty dog-o-pram is necessary for these pampered pups.

Left out

A blue gate is almost as great as a blue door. After finishing a magnificent four wheel drive tour of Bolivia, we were left in the small town of Uyuni. As either the start or end point for any four wheel drive tour, the place is filled with tourists, but in the part of town we pulled up in, there was not a soul on the street. Except for this shaggy guy, who was obviously desperate to escape the deserted streets and get into where all the people were. At least he had some shade to wait in.

Let sleeping dogs lie

One of my favourite things in life is seeing a blue door. This is closely followed by seeing a red door. So you can imagine my delight when I noticed this blue door in Humahuaca, in the very north of Argentina. I'd spent many hours on a luxurious bus (seriously, the buses in South America feel more like aeroplanes) to get up to the north, where I'd hoped I could find some condors. When I reached the small town of Humahuaca it was siesta time and it was quite the ghost town. My travelling companion and I wandered around, trying to find some shade, and marvelled at the incredibly tall cacti that dotted the landscape. We managed to find a restaurant that was open and after eating an unsatisfying lunch we strolled around the town. The blue door caught my eye first and then the sleeping doggy in front of it. I was immediately reminded of my canine friend in Nepal.

I never did see any condors, I was easily convinced to carry on into Bolivia, where there were many travel tails to be had. I'll just have to go back one day to track down those condors to share with you.