01 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
One thing was for certain, I needed a shower. Sleeping out with element guarantees one thing, we were up early, so we took advantage and started searching for a room. Luckily we found a room in the area that accommodated our needs, but we couldn’t check in until later that afternoon, so we reserved a room. They were kind enough to watch our bags, allow us to scamper off and tour the city. (more…)
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02 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
As we approached Salzburg the clouds parted and the sun came peaking through, signaling that a good day was ahead of us. In one of the travel guides there was an interesting youth hostel alongside a casino. I knew from my last visit to Salzburg, that the hostel had to be on the cliff overlooking the old city. Once our train arrived we headed straight toward a phone and contacted the hostel to see if rooms were available. Good news but we had to be quick because they did not take reservations. (more…)
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02 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
Nectarous wine, taking on another life beyond the vine,
from your lips of character, red and pure as spring, beckons me in, to hear you sing,
inhaling your delicate perfume, through my eyes, this flavor now fills the room
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04 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
Today’s plan was to wander around the city in an attempt to locate our choir from home. After another walk along the river, around the castle and up and down the many streets, I got the feeling we had taken the wrong approach to find our choir. I began thinking it a better approach to let them find me. That would at least reduce the walking. In the middle of the squares in-between the castle and the church sat a large chess set, with pieces about two and a half feet in height. (more…)
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05 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
First words out of Jim mouth were a story about last night’s kiss and he presented it in such a way as if it was supposed to disturb me. He had the idea I was interested in a particular lady and as the night wore on, that he had won the war. I explained first that we are not in a competition, second I had no interest in either of the young women or I wouldn’t have retired alone early and third that he was an asshole to even consider it. (more…)
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