Traveling with Diplomats
- not always the cleverest
- pretend to hold the wheel
- staying at the Austrian embassy
- I wished to shake her sang-froid
- the long-legged Englishman
- the length of his mustache
- A good scent?
Traveling with diplomats is not always the cleverest way to see the world. The accommodations are usually posh, but infested with spies.
Once, while staying at the Austrian embassy in Australia (or was it the other way around?), I found myself ensnared in unseemly entertainments which led to a course of antibiotics. I’d tailed a sultry espionage agent to the private club in the basement, and although I wished to shake her sang-froid she only wanted to shake her money-maker. Then she’d pretend to hold the wheel of a ship and cry out, “Thar she blows!” each time the long-legged Englishman recrossed his ankles. I think she was impressed by the length of his mustache, and its scent. But was it a good scent?