“It’s all part of the adventure” – you can say that bloody again!
Friday afternoon, Standsted Airport @ 12 Noon.
MILF 2 asks: - “Excuse me Miss where does this plane land?”, “do you like surprises?” asks the flight attendant, “you bet” said Milf 2. “Don’t ask that! They will think YOU are a bloody terrorist” said Chickess - RUDE!
Departing with Ryan Air - who will charge you a bloody fortune if you desire more than one pair of shoes!! Ok 5, plus iPod and hair straightens, 90 Euros if you don’t mind. I should have known at that point to quit whilst ahead, I never learn and decide to get on the flight anyway.
Things improve to be greeted by the wonderful Mag. 7 (one Mag still missing? I’m starting to think one is an imaginary friend to make them look more popular!?).
Jo Cook (now renamed and he’ll explain) – was looking a little wet (says it was beer, not sure I still believe him) probably down to excitement at meeting Milf’s
Disappointment set in again when Milf 2 overhead (via Nick’s video recording – thank you Nick) Mag 4 quoting – “Look at the size of her arse!” NICE!
So the journey continued to Zuoz in Switzerland - Views amazing, food and drink fantastic and company even better!
There we stayed for a couple of days, frequenting “The daughter”. Milf 2 escorted to hotel by Mag 1 & 4 via Fireman’s lift as still refusing to go home!
The next day girls went to Spa (via a very high Mountain and electric fence- ask Minxie?!) which was highly entertaining, Cloth or De Cloth – that is the question?
Evening Meal in St Mortiz – interesting, beautiful location, very handsome men (Reservoir Dogs still spring to mind, although my money is on Mr Black) and even better looking ladies, clearly table next to us! Milf 2 agrees to share “fondue” with the lovely Mag 4 – bad move!
Next day our departure to Lecco (or is it shit hole, not sure -LOL), where we arrive to a well provided ‘site’ to set down for the evening. Small problem the “Pikies” had taken up the use of all facilities. So in fear of getting involved in a bare knuckle fight, losing and gaining an ugly dog, girls leave and go to nearest hotel for a quickie (oh err misses) at the bar next door. Not so sure of the locals, suspect “hemosex” activities and men in bar has hair in bun, scary!?
Last day (thank God, sorry did I say that out loud – joke!?) we depart for Lake Como and Berlagio, small shopping spree prior to lovely lunch (although no Pizza) and eventful Ferry Trip, was the Captain a poor driver or did we not notice our stop behind us!?!? – GEORGE!!!
Back in said vehicles and our journey continues to Milano airport to get rid of MILF’s , sorry drop them off.
Milf 2 decides the SRS2 has more beer onboard so therefore decides to jump ship (so fickle) and travels with Mag 1, Mag 4 and twins – great ride boys!
At Airport - Chickess on standby, MILF 2 keen to go to the loo (clearly too much beer consumed in SRS2).
Goodbyes said (thank god they have left) and flight departs for Luton (London)!
Thinking all drama behind me now - How wrong was I – Chickess’s bag lost, somewhere between Milan and Luton – OH HAPPY DAYS.
Until next time, will there be one, don’t hold your breath!
Thanks for the memories, sorry for the bad ones and enjoy the rest of your trip. An amazing person once said to me ‘fair wind (don’t be rude) and following sea’!
Be good if not be careful!
Yours Milf 2 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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