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Friday, July 11, 2025

And So it Begins

 So here we are again. 

We’re about to set off on a somewhat extended holiday to Europe. Other than a quick weekend in Sweden a few years ago, and about a month in the UK more recently, we haven’t done that part of the world before. 


Now before you settle in to follow the exploits, we need to reset expectations.

If you’re expecting a testosterone-fuelled romp on a series of rabid Contiki tours, you’re wildly off the mark. 

This will just be a series of observations accompanied by occasional photographic evidence. 

If you know me, you’ll expect my observations to be sometimes obtuse, often vulgar, always without anything resembling a filter. 

If you don’t know me, then what are you doing here?


So let’s start the ball rolling by talking about airport toilet cubicles. I did warn you to lower your expectations!!

I’ve seen this at both Christchurch and Auckland airports. Cubicles with delusions of grandeur, they try to do double duty as a surprise bidet. At random times, it’ll just flush!

For those of us who identify as having low hanging fruit, just know that they will get an unexpected rinse. 


What??


I know they are trying to be clever by using a sensor to flush automatically as you stand up. If only it did. Do better

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