The honeymoon had been over a year in the planning. Gayle and Kelvin wanted a traditional wedding followed by a traditional honeymoon. Accommodation and most meals would be prepaid. Even little sightseeing tours during some of the days were pre-booked. That was the way their honeymoon was to be, and that is exactly what they wanted. If you had met them personally you’d see that such miniscule arrangements booked in advance suited them to a T.
The wedding was simple and lovely. The few invited friends and relatives celebrated afterwards with a few drinks and a barbeque, after which Gayle and Kelvin departed for their perfect, perfect honeymoon.
Upon arrival at their motel things began to happen. The motel room was dirty and a dump. The electric plug didn’t work so Kelvin took the kettle out into the corridor and boiled the water there while sitting on the floor. When returning to the motel room with the kettle of boiling water the bottom of the kettle fell out. They were able to laugh about it, but Gayle said she wasn’t particularly happy eating from such grotty looking crockery. “Let’s get in the car and find another place.”
And they did that. In fact they spent two weeks going from non-pre-booked motel to non-pre-booked motel. They went on non-pre-booked day trips. They dined in spontaneously chosen restaurants. They had a wonderful time.
Kelvin summed it up. “We couldn’t have planned it better,” he said.
This is a fantastic story. The last sentence says it all lol. I chuckled at the irony.
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Thanks Nitin. Some things can be over planned!
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There’s something about the road less travelled. Never know what’s around the corner.
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In the case of my little rural road it’s usually a flock of sheep (just around the corner…)
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Yes, they spill all over the road, the whole flocking lot of them. And always behind them, whistling shrilly and randomly away, is the slow tread of the, drover, in gumboots and a black singlet, puffing away at a durrie, watching you patiently parked to the side, and in NOOoooo hurry at all. Right rural hospitality…
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You’ve just described my farmer neighbours on both sides – but I teach their kids the piano so I forgive them.
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Thats a wonderful story Bruce!
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Thank you Max. There was no need to get all mushy!
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I can’t help it Bruce…I liked it!
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I think their marriage will last a long time. They are planners, but flexible.
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I plan to be flexible. Does that count?
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I have every confidence it does.
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And that’s how life goes. You can either go with the flow and find a way to enjoy it or be miserable. They made a good choice.
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Yep – Go with the flow is a good motto.
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Aww, Bruce. You gave them a happy honeymoon.
I think it shows that I’m a boring adult, in that I read your story and wondered if they got their money back.
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Take heart Chel. I wondered the same thing this morning when I reread it!!
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😆 It’s that darn conscious of yours, isn’t it?
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Conscience*
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!!
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Dear heavens, sounds like our honeymoon!
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I thought it might have sounded like a good number of people’s honeymoons!
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Sounds like my experience, only I wound up in a canyon in South Dakota with a broken down car drinking beer and eating Ritz crackers that a biker named Wayne with an epic back tattoo gave me.
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Eek! And it sounds like his back-fired.
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Something like that. He was a genuinely wonderful person, although quite adamant that my wife and I should visit his favorite tattoo artist.
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Yes – I identify with those genuine people and I know a few. Hence the saying: The salt of the earth. I guess – when I die – the best thing – oh so few – that I’ve ever done: this kid vomited all over me when I was 14 and I spent the next hour helping him to clean up the mess! I never knew him from a bar of soap, but quite a few years later out of the blue I got an invitation to his wedding.
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That’s fantastic!
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