 Planes, bridges, hotels and a boat; here we are again back in 'The Mother Land,' (well that's what they call England in Australia, among other things!) having spent the last five weeks seeing the world, or bits of it anyway. As you've probably guessed, we're going to tell you quite a bit about our travels in this newsletter, so brace yourself, here we go. The latest Vapors Capers began at Heathrow Airport on Sunday 10th August at about 8.30 in the evening - we have to be precise! |
| A motley crew is collecting in the British Airways departure lounge. Apart from us four, there's the irrepresible Barry Cuda,tour manager and official alarm clock, Bill and Tim, our very own Laurel and Hardy. I can't remember but they were probably arguing at the airport. When aren't they? Taking up the rear are Simon the tree who does the lights, and soundman Salter, both of whom are being shepherded along by our Cousin Kevin, usually located at the back of the hall frantically signalling to Ed to turn down his guitar. |  |
| Having dispensed with the long goodbyes, we're off. Into the 747 or, "the Silver Parrots" as they became affectionatly know later on. After a couple of hour running up and down the aisle annoying the fellow passengers we settled down to an interminable journey, twiddling thumbs, begging for extra drinks and trying to educate ourselves with a collection of airport litterature. |  |
| Firts stop Abu Dhabi, seven hours after leaving
Heathrow, We've already been through one night, and it's early morning
in the Middle East now. The heat is intense, and we're told to stay in
our seats. Naturally therefore, we all get up and wonder around! Steve,
Tim and Ed are adventurous enough to try to get off the plane, only to
be persuaded back on by a rifle wielding security officer.They're so friendly
here! Singapore is next, Ed buy's a camera, Tim a watch and back to the
plane. After another film and another night, we're coming down over Australia,
approaching Sydney over huge mountains which resemble misshapen fruit cakes.
Anyway that was the first twenty four hours of our first foreign tour.
Pretty exciting eh?
The first three days are full of interviews, punctuated by some television appearances. We've lost a day in trasit so everybody is finding it difficult to adjust, nobody more so than Steve and Dave who are dragged off for the first days interviews. The day is finished by a Parkinson type chat show. Some loud mouth interviewer makes jokes about Japanese people for five minutes, followed by a banjo player doing a rendition of "Turning Japanese" in Japanese! Dave and Steve cringe. The show ends and we all struggle off to bed. Howard though, having taken to the local brew like a duck to water loses his keys, only making it to his door, where he's found slumped half an hour later! To turn page, click on --->>> |
