The holiday begins with a nice chat with the Uber driver who tells me he is from Fiji. A further chat about my holiday in Tonga then he launches into a full on discussion about alcohol, including how he can drink a whole bottle of whisky without getting a hangover. He tells me to buy Jim Beam on my way home so that he can pick me up and see what happens if I have a whole bottle. I had to protest of course. I prefer the real thing from bonnie Scotland.
So I arrive at a busy airport in good spirits, hoping that the holiday will continue in this friendly and hilarious fashion. I’m very early because that’s me. I collect my Tongan pa’anga and note that this is the first nugget of purest green on this adventure. And not so pure green is what I would be if I ever did as the Uber guy suggested.
Nuggets of Purest Green 
I’m hoping you didn’t arrive at the airport in the spirits your driver was advocating 😜Enjoy xxx
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Wondered if anyone would pick up on my use of the word! Was kind of deliberate.
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I assume Helen Clare is you …?!!
Great that you’re doing a blog, I will read with interest. I meant to send you a breakfast email late last night, for you to consume this morning, but it slipped my mind (sorry, I was still feeling a bit wobbly after trail run). Enjoy your trip. 🙂
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Oui, c’est moi! Breakfast emails are great for the reader if perchance they appear, but are not to cause any sense of compulsion for the author. 🙂
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Wondering if the Gazelle is a legal alien .
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