A summary of some of the many inane things I've been posting on the Book of Faces.
Having arrived in Budapest, I discovered that I'd accidentally brought a little stuffed goat that Beloved Wife bought for me the first time we visited Cyprus. I took a picture and entitled it "Goats Do Roam".
This is far from the first idea on the blogosphere in which some form of mascot features in travel blogs. Nevertheless, I ended up carrying this little mascot in my backpack throughout my travels around Budapest. It's the alternative to Yet Another View That Looks Like A Postcard and neatly sidesteps the Souvenir Selfie. I don't know why I didn't think of doing this years ago.
Suddenly confronted by some random stranger who demanded to know the animal's name, I blurted out, "Caesar," and now it's stuck.
So the pun works on several levels:-
Goats do Roam all over Budapest, Frankfurt, and the UAE.
Goats do Roam is an acceptable wine, itself a pun on Côtes du Rhône.
Goats de Rome is why he's called Caesar.
Budapest
Frankfurt
Dubai
Abu Dhabi Desert Challenge
As the name seems to have stuck, I wonder if I should make him a toga? In time for my next visit to Historical Italy, perhaps.
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Having arrived in Budapest, I discovered that I'd accidentally brought a little stuffed goat that Beloved Wife bought for me the first time we visited Cyprus. I took a picture and entitled it "Goats Do Roam".
This is far from the first idea on the blogosphere in which some form of mascot features in travel blogs. Nevertheless, I ended up carrying this little mascot in my backpack throughout my travels around Budapest. It's the alternative to Yet Another View That Looks Like A Postcard and neatly sidesteps the Souvenir Selfie. I don't know why I didn't think of doing this years ago.
Suddenly confronted by some random stranger who demanded to know the animal's name, I blurted out, "Caesar," and now it's stuck.
So the pun works on several levels:-
Goats do Roam all over Budapest, Frankfurt, and the UAE.
Goats do Roam is an acceptable wine, itself a pun on Côtes du Rhône.
Goats de Rome is why he's called Caesar.
Budapest
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| The window of Bedroom 1 just before the renovation started |
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| IKEA arrived |
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| Budapest and the Danube from the Citadel |
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Glühwein is basically Christmas in a bottle
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| Christmas snow outside the Gellert Hotel |
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| Outside the New York Café, where there are several winged satyrs holding light sconces |
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| And opposite the New York cafe, another satyr |
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| In the central market, USSR-era military hats that were all Size Tiny |
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| A piper. I briefly busked nearby and made precisely zero money |
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| And it seems to be cake o'clock |
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| And at Budapest (petting) zoo |
Frankfurt
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| Christmas markets. We went to Frankfurt this year rather than Munich, and spent a long (UAE National Day) weekend drinking Glühwein and eating junk |
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| One of those 'notorious' Friday brunches |
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| A break from Budapest, and I managed to get the bike out |
Abu Dhabi Desert Challenge
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| I got back from Budapest just in time to be an ADDC marshal. Caesar called shotgun |
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| Caesar became the Finish Team mascot |
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