We have a wonderful bunch of clients here, clients who often become friends and raconteurs of travel experiences that make us laugh, cry and learn. One of our favourite raconteurs is Frosty. (For privacy reasons, we can’t divulge any further information about him.) Frosty travels a lot for work, to places he perhaps wouldn’t necessarily travel to, given the choice. His returns from his travels see him sharing his experiences with his favourite travel consultant, who kindly passes the stories on to us. With permission from Frosty, we would now like to share an exceptional travel story of his with you all. In Frosty’s words….
“Greetings from monsoonal Laos. I stand here soaked through to the skin as it is persisting down. Currently have heart palpitations having earlier put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a dirty great big and extremely poisonous (so I am told) spider, thinking it was a large lump of rag in there. I have to admit it, I squealed like a girl. Didn’t mind spiders previously but I think arachnophobia will be the order of the day from here on in. Luckily I pulled it out curled up and he/she was on his/her back presumably taking 40 winks before launching at my wobbly bits with lascivious intent as I looked to see what the hell it was. After launching it into partial orbit, and slightly before its salivating mandibles could latch on to digits, a close inspection after its reentry to earth showed fangs 8mm long and it jumped at one of the Operators that came to see whether I had severed an arm or not, such was the wussy* scream I let out. The bloody thing was 4″ across. The things you do to make a quid these days ……………..my wife was almost a merry widow instead of an impecunious angry scouser ;-)”
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