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Yukking it up at western New York State's comedy museums

“You’re going to a what?” asked my friend apprehensively. Yup. A hotel. Three of them actually for a total of six days as part of an " Empire State Road Trip" in upstate New York in early September, sponsored by the Harbor Hotels Collection. I felt cautiously optimistic until my friend pointed out – with some degree of pleasure, I thought – that no matter how scrubbed down the room was, how many masks were in evidence or social distance maintained, if such was even possible in a hotel setting,…

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'The beach was too sandy' - 20 of travellers' most ridiculous complaints

In these trying times, we can all use a laugh. And when it comes to travel, the general public can usually be relied upon for prime material. I just recently again came across a clipping that came out several years ago, in which a survey by the Association of British Travel Agents revealed 20 of the most ridiculous complaints by holidaymakers. So check out the following - some are merely ill informed, while others are silly, and still others downright jawdroppingly stupid. To whit: read post

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Laughs at Georgia's Laurel and Hardy Museum

Stan Laurel and Oliver (nickname Babe) Hardy were one of the most famous comedy teams in the world during their 25-year run, from 1926 until 1951, when they both semi-retired due to illness. The boys are still a favorite today when selecting older comedy movies to watch. Hardy died in 1956 and Laurel in 1965. While Stan Laurel was born in England and raised in Scotland, Oliver Hardy was a “good ole Georgia boy”  born in Harlem, Georgia and guess what?……. that’s where the fun Laurel and Hardy…

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First Sight at the Half the World- Isfahan, Iran

I arrived at Isfahan at 5:30 in the morning when the bus terminus was gradually wake up at dawn. The travelers scattered around as if the station was conducting its metabolism. Sleepy, I lean against the chair to wait for the conductor. After reassuring the timetable of the bus towards the international airport, I bought the ticket for fourth day after. Isfahan would be my trip termination of Iran. The moment when I stepped out of the station, the street there was filled with taxi, taking away…

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  • Something I got a chuckle from in the paper today!


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  • That'll be next.
  • Hope everyone reads this, Forrest. Wild story. Only thing they didn't do is start yanking your teeth.
  • I just returned from Nepal. I will never complain about TSA again, well maybe not here is a description of the equivalent in Nepal.

    Nepalese security makes TSA look really lame. When you enter the airport in Kathmandu, before you even check in, your checked baggage is sent thru an x-ray machine, your carry on is searched, and then men and women are sent to different lines for a serious pat-down. Then you go to the counter for your boarding pass and to check your bags. The bags are x-rayed again. You proceed to a pre-boarding waiting area with restaurants, duty free and slot machines. Before you can get into that area, your carry on is checked, again, and you are patted down, again. These are not light pat downs. These guys have a fetish.
    Then, when your flight is called, they get serious. I stood in line behind an older gentleman from Chile. He was traveling with a group of Chileans. We had chosen the most gung-ho checker in the history of flight security. He made the Chilean empty his carry-on knapsack. He then proceeded to open the toiletries bags and do things like sniff the deodorant and the cologne. Then he reached a clearly labeled plastic bottle with a white cream inside, he asked the man “What is this?”
    “Face cream” said the man.
    “Put some on” said the guard.
    He squeezed a glob on his palm and rubbed it onto his face. This pleased the security guard. He went back to work. He pulled out a bag of nuts.
    “What are these? He asked.
    The Chilean, by now a bit flabbergasted, and almost late for his flight to Paris, replied like the General in charge of the 101st at Bastogne, NUTS!
    The guard opened the baggies and took a few out, handed them to the man and said “Eat these”.
    The Chilean was a well behaved man and obviously well travelled. He knew better than to argue, and munched down. I truly doubt they were hashish made to look like nuts. If they were, this old man had a great fight to Paris!
    They went back and forth for a few more minutes. I was in no hurry and had nothing to hide so I just watched. When the guard escorted the man to the next pat-down, I stepped up to the table and completely emptied my bag. Laptop, laptop battery, camera, video camera, extra batteries, various electrical chords and chargers, a couple of pens, a pad of paper, and my sunglasses. Yeah, I travel light, ok? I took absolutely everything out of individual cases, even my sunglasses. The only thing I thought would be confiscated was the tiniest pair of scissors ever made, so I put them over on the side away from my passable items.
    First he picked up my knapsack and felt every seam and inspected every side pocket.
    Then he picked up my lap top battery which resembles a pipe-bomb.
    “What is this?”
    He watched as I attached it to my laptop.
    “See, battery, makes laptop go zoom zoom”
    He inspected all my other electronics like a cave man would inspect a mirror. Then he spotted my tiny little scissors.
    “Ahhh, this no good. This no go” he said with a triumphant air.
    “OK” I said. “No good, no go” and he was done. He had won. He had found something.
    I carefully packed up my bag. Then I looked over at the woman’s line. The Chilean women were getting agitated at the guards inspecting their toiletries and showing it. I saw my wife. Sure enough; they found her diabetes medicines and syringes. Oh Boy, this should be good. She carries a letter from her doctor about the medicines, and she never carries on more than she should need for a flight. She handed the letter to the inspector. The inspector had to go get a supervisor. I was all ready to intervene, but the inspector came over and poked his fingers with the needles (really a dumb move if you ask me) and then let her go.
    We went to the boarding area. Before we got on the bus that takes you across the tarmac to the plane, you guessed it, one more pat down.
  • Cows are probably ticked off because dad was hauled off to a bullring.
  • Great comments, Forrest. You should do it.

    Meanwhile, this just in:

    "British tourists have reportedly been warned to avoid a group of aggressive mountain cows who have attacked ramblers in the Pyrenees."
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