People: Memorable or Meh?

It seems that the wise words ‘there’s always one’ holds true for yours, at least so far.

I mentioned our guide in Germany. Nice guy. I also mentioned Thelsea, Challenging. 

In Portugal, the guide the guide was Portuguese/South African. When I see him, I’m reminded of Hasan Minhaj. The challenge was the daughter of the Egyptian Canadian doctors. She’s early 20’s, looks like a teenager, and behaves younger still. Issues.

In Northern Spain, the challenge was the guide herself. A nicer person but disorganized and flustered. So far the only female guide, but that’s not relevant. She was the only one to organise wake-up calls from each hotel. She probably needed it herself. On the bus, she reminded me of Marcus Lush, a radio announcer based in Invercargill. Only because of the absurd pregnant pauses mid-sentence. She reminded Sarah of a colleague of hers, who vocalises every thought, no matter how fleeting. Perhaps that is the reason for the pauses, when the brain trails off or finds something else sparkly to focus on. Goldfish?

Southern Spain, we had the first female driver. They were all great, no exceptions. No need for women driver jokes here. The guide was a cheerful Spanish guy with quite a strong accent. Oddly, the accent sounded French. From the first time I heard him speak, he reminded me of Pepé Le Pew. Weird, huh? The problem child was a woman that Sarah named Karin. From Florida, she looked like a typical blonde trophy aunt. Turns out she has some Spanish or Mexican going into the mix. Just too loud by half.