hello lovely friends in new york city
i am very envious.
Here is a pic of Tim, Fiona, Sasha and Paul on the train in New York City. i’m following their adventures over on samandtim.blogspot. Their blog is like a fun game, where the reader has to make up what’s going on, from the pictures and the headings.
ok, here goes:
SamandTim and PaulandFiona are on a train, with Sasha, and the train is in New York. They are all travelling from the bronx zoo back to the hotel where they’ll have dinner. And Sasha is drinking from his favourite red cup. Just after Sam took the photo, Paul sighed and said, “Are you ever going to stop taking photos?” Which nearly made Fiona snap at him. But she took a deep breath instead.
Tim is grinning because he loves seeing Sam do funny things on the subway; she’s being zany while she handles the camera. Sam made a joke after taking the shot, and everyone laughed. Then Sasha looked up and smiled, saying, “Was i in the photo?”
PS Funky Shirt, Paul!
You may also like...
Hey Michael!
I see you’re using your blogspace to vent your frustrations all your friends in the blogosphere. I think they call it blitching! How quickly your comments turned from congratulations on our speed of posting, to disdain at our lack of words.
By the way, do you have spies on the New York subway? You got that conversation down to a tee!
May we become more erudite, and as a consequence you less grumpy. We miss Australia. We’ve become the kind of travellers who talk about how much better everything is back home. Except for the quantity of water.
Sam
hello Wonderful SamAndTim,
i am a huge fan of your awesome blogging capacity; your visuals are incredible, and all your wordplays are much appreciated!
it is so great to be able to follow your journey. and i urge all my fellow citizens to do the same.
much love michael, the quickly turning BLitch.
ps, there’s so much water here; it’s wet. drizzle drizzle. Just like melbourne winter when i was growing up. Cold and freakin wet.
And you literally can’t complain: if you try, your voice box dries up and you fall over.
i don’t know about the dams, but if someone was catching all the stormwater we’d be fine.
That’s it Michael!
It’s wet? It’s the reason we’ve been waiting for. We’ve got a flight. Tuesday, 7am.
We’re coming home!
Sam (and Tim)