We will be travelling in Eastern Europe by panes, trains and taxis. Train travel is one of the most enjoyable ways to see countries and allows the traveller to see different parts of the country and a cross section of humanity.
Travelling to Sydney today threw me into the soup pot of society in Oz.
First encounter was with the potato. Thick and white. Boy with bike and no idea how to travel with said bike. Rush on, rush in, push through and leave bike on floor at my feet. Afterthought - come back and turn it upside down and rush off to be with mate. Move feet to avoid bike.
Then there were the beans. At least ten - back and forth, chatter chatter, laugh, laugh, noise and more noise, loud loud and more inappropriate noises. Some sort of excursion - possibly fashion.
The simmering began, the sun sending all to sleep, dozy slumber - loudly punctuated by bursts of beans, then simmering again. Vegies growing mushy. Help the lady with the stroller, make way for the older one, smile and nod. Then the heat came on. Change trains and pulverise, push and shove - the flying chili - hot and fiery flung himself through an impossible crack in the closing doors against the commands of the guard. Left wifey standing all alone while train departed. Cuss and swear like all else were to blame. Too hot and not belonging in this soup. Off at the next station to fling himself into another soup and catch his bag in closing doors and cuss and swear some more.
The swedes and turnips tenderised and the flavours came together, nice heat and good blend and then the beans returned. Laugh and laugh and loud and loud and way too much salt in this here soup. SHUDDUP the call from chef somewhere. The minestrone settled down and left a pleasant taste in travellers' mouths but simmering away in another pot is who knows what in foreign climes. What flavours thrown together and what indigestion will be caused. A pleasant taste in travellers' mouths... we are yet to see.
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