O.K. I bought it now how do I get it home?
Feb 5th, 2001, 10:02 AM
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Vicki
One summer we holidayed with friends in Cyprus and our hire care broke down in Yeroskipou. My husband and the other fella went in search of motor assistance. I went in search of drink; and my friend went in search of...a fennel wood stool.
I have a habit of reading from guide books as a running commentary on the places we travel through (only if asked, you understand). I had just finished telling them that Yeroskipou, home of the Yeroskipou Delight, was also famed for fennel wood furniture when the car konked out. We had been ridiculing this since there was none in sight.
It cost about $2.20.
When it cmae tme to pack, I threw it away, and my friend took huge offense; thus requiring me to hand carry the damn thing all the way home. That was the flight however, where I saw the man with the Calor gas space heater in the check in queue......
One summer we holidayed with friends in Cyprus and our hire care broke down in Yeroskipou. My husband and the other fella went in search of motor assistance. I went in search of drink; and my friend went in search of...a fennel wood stool.
I have a habit of reading from guide books as a running commentary on the places we travel through (only if asked, you understand). I had just finished telling them that Yeroskipou, home of the Yeroskipou Delight, was also famed for fennel wood furniture when the car konked out. We had been ridiculing this since there was none in sight.
It cost about $2.20.
When it cmae tme to pack, I threw it away, and my friend took huge offense; thus requiring me to hand carry the damn thing all the way home. That was the flight however, where I saw the man with the Calor gas space heater in the check in queue......
Feb 5th, 2001, 10:31 AM
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I went to London about 5 years ago and I bought this fabulous top hat with a bunch of feathers out the side. I wore it for a couple of days while I was there and it fit right in. I wound up having to wear it home on the plane because it wouldn't fit in my suitcase (besides, it would have been crushed). When I got back to Halifax, everyone commented on it - it was so out of place. I was a bit embarassed. Even the customs guys ALL commented on it. Jeez. It's been sitting at home ever since. I still love it to death, but there's nowhere to wear a hat like that in Atlantic Canada.
Feb 5th, 2001, 10:32 AM
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When I was a kid and traveling with my mother I used to bring back stuff - a big stinky leather stuffed camel from Morocco, a flamenca dancer doll with enormous red lace skirt from Spain, a rubber raft (deflated) with oars and a bocce set from France. My mother tried to encourage me to select one small, exquisite souvenir but I wasn't going for that. Now, I bring back small, easily packed things. My idea of hell is lugging a bunch of crap around. And I know once I get home it isn't going to have the same appeal. I wonder what ever happened to that camel.
Feb 5th, 2001, 10:55 AM
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Beautiful tiles from Seville were stacked inside our trusty Samsonite suitcase named Godzilla. The tiles meet three of our four souvenir rules: flat or foldable, not easily purchased at home, distinctive, light.
At the check-in (at Amsterdam after an amusing Spain-to-Britain-to-Chunnel-to-Holland intermediate itinerary) the bag lady put two of the "heavy" tags on the bag (showing a Monty Python-style "5-ton" weight on them), and joked, "What have you got in there, floor tiles?"
Ha, ha.
At the check-in (at Amsterdam after an amusing Spain-to-Britain-to-Chunnel-to-Holland intermediate itinerary) the bag lady put two of the "heavy" tags on the bag (showing a Monty Python-style "5-ton" weight on them), and joked, "What have you got in there, floor tiles?"
Ha, ha.
Feb 5th, 2001, 10:04 PM
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In the 60's after a year as a starving student/secretary in Paris, I brilliantly decided that the perfect souvenirs for my younger brothers were plaster-of-Paris gargoyles (the foot-tall ones). So in my hand luggage (which weighed more than my checked luggage with a year's worth of stuff) I carted them from Paris on the bus to Luxembourg, on the flight to Reykjavik to New York and the connection to Chicago. Young and dumb. Now I send postcards!
Feb 6th, 2001, 04:52 AM
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1) As a student in college living abroad in Paris over 20 years ago, visiting Italy, I just HAD to bring back back that marble chess set for my parents I saw in a market in Rome!! It was such a great deal (until I had to carry it all over Italy,back to Paris and then back to the U.S.). I do have to say that my parents still have it and use it....
2) On a trip to Paris - saw a fabulous antique chandelier in the flea markets in Clignacourt - (and we had been looking for one forever). We took the whole thing apart and wrapped each piece in newspaper, then put the whole thing into two plastic bags which we carried onto the plane, put in the overhead (luckily was an empty flight) and had "rebuilt" in the U.S. and was still an incredible bargain and is really beautiful!!
2) On a trip to Paris - saw a fabulous antique chandelier in the flea markets in Clignacourt - (and we had been looking for one forever). We took the whole thing apart and wrapped each piece in newspaper, then put the whole thing into two plastic bags which we carried onto the plane, put in the overhead (luckily was an empty flight) and had "rebuilt" in the U.S. and was still an incredible bargain and is really beautiful!!
Feb 6th, 2001, 05:29 AM
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While visiting Zimbabwe with my father and my 7 year old daughter I bought a lovely wooden crocodile all handcarved and polished. It was life sized but I did not mind the hassle bringing it home to my wonderful husband who was so thoughtful to allow me to go to Africa while he stayed home to run a business we owned. Imagine my surprise when within 2 weeks upon returning home I found out that he was having an affair with a woman that worked for us! I no longer consider him wonderful - I do still have great memories of my African trip with my Dad and little girl though!
