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ecofinisher · 2 years ago

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Had done a cleaning through my USB-stick and found on a document this old biography of the PAW Patrol OC's I made years ago for my fanfic "PAW Patrol: New Generation. I had published it around 2015 if I'm correct.

Chester, a Bernese Mountain Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Chester Species: Dog (Bernese Mountain Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Switzerland Bio: Chester was born in a small village in Canton Zurich and after a few weeks was put for adoption along with his seven siblings. He was adopted by Captain Turbot and then got introduced to the PAW Patrol. Due the many videos he got to see from Cap't Turbot about the PAW Patrol, he got interested in become a Police dog, thought the idea was to make him a rescue dog at the mountains. Thought the most of the members (Specially Chase) misjudged him, but in a mission, in which he went along with Rocky and Skye illegally, he showed what he was up to and everybody was glad about him. Quotes: - There's no need to fear, the PAW Patrol is here! - Äuä - There's no need to fear, Chester's here! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: megaphone, light, net, marble cannon, Vehicle: Chase’s police car (Contains orange traffic cones and a winch) Uniform: He wears a similar police uniform and has three golden chevrons on both sides of his arms and on the left side of his uniform. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Vaccination Inspiration: A Bernese mountain dog from my old school, Chase, Notes: - Chester is able to speak six languages (English, German, Swissgerman, Italian, French and Romansh) - He often forgets to use his nose, when he needs it the most - Originally he has got a red collar with white crosses, which would show the Switzerland flag. - He doesn't know anything about his family, but he knows exactly, the name of his birthplace and town, he used to live, before Adventure Bay. - Most of his quotes are similar to some heroes from TV shows or movies.

- His favourite singer is Charlie Puth.

Ash, A English Pointer dog OC from PAW Patrol Name: Ash Species: Dog (English Pointer) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Firefighter pup

Origin: United Kingdom Bio: Ash was born in England to two Pointers, that belonged to a woman, who did breed Pointers to sell them. He was sold to someone in Canada, but he got lost along with other animals during the transports in Canada and he ended up in a kennel. After a few weeks he got adopted by Ryder and became PAW Patrol’s next firepup. Quotes: - This pup is on fire!

- After Fire comes smoke, and then there will be Ash!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Contains a water and foam cannon, a blanket, a metal cut scissor Vehicle: A Man based firetruck. It’s larger, than Marshall’s old firetruck and it’s ladder reach much more higher places. Uniform: A Dark blue uniform with green reflectors and a green protection helmet. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Fur razor

Inspiration: Pongo (101) Dalmatians, Underdog (Underdog), Notes: - His body stature is slim, just similar to Marshall.

Avery, an Airedale terrier Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Avery Species: Dog (Airedale Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is British)

Bio: Avery and his siblings were children of two Airedale Terriers, that worked as policedogs in Edmonton. He was inspired by his parents to become a police dog and got invited along with a few of his siblings to get recruited. But one night, a stereo system had a short circuit and started to burn. Avery and two of his siblings were the only one to make it out of the burning house. Both ran away and tried to get help, but ended up getting lost. All three got lost from each other and after weeks Avery discovered, that they were dead too.

Avery tried to find food to survive, but he rarely had luck. A dog catcher found him and brought him into a kennel, where he met Milo and a few other pups and dogs.

After weeks he got adopted by Ryder along with Milo and both we’re the future members of the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - If you need a paw, you can count on me!

- I’ll be there, whenever you call! PAW Patrol equipment : Pup pack: He wears a black pup pack. (It contains a megaphone, light, net and a marble cannon.) Vehicle: A copy of Chase’s car, but black and white like from an Interceptor police car. Uniform: Black uniform with two yellow chevrons on the side. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Thunder, Fire, Inspiration: My boss’ dog, the Despicable Me 2 Trailer, Notes: - Avery and Milo are good friends and knew each other from the kennel, they were before.

Milo, A doberman OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Milo Species: Dog (Doberman) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is German) Bio: Milo lost his mother, when he was very young and stand alone on his own along with an older brother of him. They were strays and strolled around Vancouver to find food to survive. His brother got adopted by a cop and became a police dog and encouraged Milo to not give up, that he will have a home too. He ran one day a way from Vancouver, because of the streets being now more dangerous, because of a leader stray, that wants to harm other strays. Milo landed in a kennel and weeks later was adopted by Ryder along with Avery and he finally had a home and new friends. Quotes: - No matter how many miles, Milo will come! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Milo has two pup packs. (It has a megaphone, a light, a net and a marble cannon (Police Unit, blue pack) Contains light, net and a zip line (Spy Pack, black pack) Vehicle: Black Ford Mustang. (Roof+Seat ejector, satellite dish, spy drone, winch, screen in the inside) Uniform: Chase’s spy outfit / Other variations of outfits. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown Inspiration: Milo (Sims 2 dog OC of mine), El Diablo (Beverly Hills Chihuahua), Notes: - Milo has a brother, which he hasn’t seen anymore since he left Vancouver, where he lived on the streets.

- He wanted to become a police dog and fight for justice, just like his brother.

Paulo, a Portuguese Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Paulo Species: Dog (Portuguese Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: Canada (Breed is Portuguese) Bio: Paulo was very young as he got adopted by a lovely family. One a trip he got lost and landed in a kennel, where he met Pedro. Both became great friends and ended up being adopted together by Ryder to join later the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - I’m falling in like a cannonball

- Cannonball!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Pedro) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Pedro. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Obama’s dog Bo, my hybrid dog Nina (Her fur pattern are similar to one of a Portuguese Water dog), Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Pedro could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Portuguese language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Mano” (Bro)

Pedro, a Spanish Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Pedro Species: Dog (Spanish Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: USA (Breed is Spanish) Bio: He had a human family, which later had twins and had not much time to give to Pedro. They took him and abandoned him in front of a kennel. He met there Paulo and both swore each others to be there for each other always and consider themselves as brothers. Both joined the PAW Patrol after Ryder’s adoption and decided both to become lifeguards, since they’re both water dogs. Quotes: - I’m going down like a torpedo

- Cannonball!

- I’m ready to get wet!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Paulo) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Paulo. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Paulo, Zuma and Tracker, Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Paulo could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Spanish language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Hermano” (Bro)

Annabelle, a Pug OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Annabelle Species: Dog (Pug) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Construction

Origin: France (Breed is Chinese) Bio: Annabelle comes from a famous pedigree heritage, that only she knows. Captain Turbot’s cousin bought her from the breeders and shipped it to Captain Turbot and he introduced her Chester and Bianca, which were also from Europe and introduced them all the PAW Patrol and it’s positions and jobs, they could do. Since the most of the current adopted members were males, she started to act more tomboyish than girly, then decided to follow Rubble’s steps. Quotes: - Let’s dig in! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got Rubble’s pup pack suiting her body size. (It contains a shovel, a hammer, a saw and a cement shovel) Vehicle: Rubble’s Bulldozer (Improved) Uniform: Yellow vest with reflectors and a yellow hard helmet Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Rats and Mouses, Inspiration: Precious, the pug (The Nut Job), My cousin’s pug, Notes: - She’s one of the few tomboys of the gang.

- She’s a Justin Bieber fan and boy bands.

William, a Scottish Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: William Species: Dog (Scottish Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Recycling + Engineering

Origin: USA (Breed is Scottish)

Bio: William was before in a dog pound in Idaho and in his cell, the most of the dogs were adults and were to be putten asleep. As a worker was about to take one of the dogs with, a second one attacked the man and all others ran away leaving the other two behind. William ran and hid in a park for pets and observed a group of eco-freaks holding a lecture about how important is recycling, interesting ways to use stuff, you would usually throw away and other ecologic stuffs. William was on his own and walked everyday a bit away from danger, until he crossed the boarders and was in Canada. After a few more days, he was being chased by a dog catcher and he got brought to a kennel, much to William’s dismay. But luckily he got adopted by Ryder and got introduced to the PAW Patrol and since he saw videos of the mixed breed Rocky, he decided to be an Eco-pup. Quotes:

- I’ll go on green! - Don’t throw it away, use it anyway! - Aye

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: He has got Rocky’s vest, edited to suit him. (Contains a screwdriver, a saw, a driller, a claw, pliers and a wrench) Vehicle: Rocky’s recycling truck (With reduced fuel consumption, fuel is made out of natural stuffs (Like Ergas or Evologic) Uniform: Green polo shirt with a vectorized draw of the earth on the front. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Jock (Lady and the Tramp), Rocky Notes: - His Scottish accent isn’t very notable, when he talks.

- He was before supposed to be a mixed breed like Rocky and his son.

- He’s the only one of the gang to nickname others and to use it.

Bianca, a West Highland White Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Bianca Species: Dog (West Highland White Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Aviation

Origin: UK

Bio: Bianca belonged to a family in the UK, that earn money by dog breeding. They are known for breeding popular dogs breeds and they sold Bianca to Francois Turbot, which he then gave it to his cousin, then he did the same to Ryder. Bianca got excited from seeing, that she had a possibility to be an aviation pup, like Skye and quickly candidate herself for it. Quotes: - I’m ready to take off! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has Skye’s pup pack with her wings. It was edited to suit to Bianca. Vehicle: Skye’s helicopter and a white Cessna with pink stripes on the side of the plane and on the edge of the wings. The plane is carried on with jet-like engines and has hidden in the wings propeller, that come out, in case the others fail out. The landing gear of the plane has wheels, but they can be also be taken away and then be substituted by ski, so it is able to land and take off on the snow or for water, water buoy are used instead of the skis or wheels. Uniform: She wears a white blouse and a black jacket, like regular airline pilots including a pink tie. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Skye (Formerly), Dangerous dogs and other animals Inspiration: Maria Fagerström (Female Ryanair Pilot), Skye, Notes: - She was first afraid, that Skye would be her teacher.

- Her most favourite song is called “Can’t stop the feeling” by Justin Timberlake.

Alaska, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Alaska Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue & medical dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is Alaskan) Bio: She and her sister lived on the other side of the mountains and got lost during a heavy storm and landed on the other side, where Jake’s ski shop was. He adopted the two girls and got asked by Ryder, if they were interested in becoming PAW Patrol members. Quotes: - Feeling Sick? I’ll make your better quick!

- Snow or Ice, I’m always ready!

- If you gained some pain, just call Alaska!

- Alaska will be there, whenever you call!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Alaska has two pup packs. She has Everest’s old pup pack, but it was edited to be a bit larger, since she’s taller, than Everest and has a few new thing. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) The second pack is ice blue with a red cross on the side and is her medical pack. (It contains an X-ray, a thermometer, a bandage roll, Eosin, plasters and packaged, tooth-friendly lollipops. Vehicle: Alaska has a violet pick up snow plow with turquoise lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Her second vehicle is a red and white ambulance, which has a rather big longer trailer, than Marshall’s for transporting larger animals or people and in case of an emergency, to first aid in there. On the backside of the trailer and on the side is the symbol of the PAW Patrol and near the cabin of the vehicle there stands the letters “PAW” and in front of them stays “Patch up, Assist and Watch” The door has the number 002. Uniform: She wears a violet winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Height Inspiration: Jenna, Aniu and Steele (Balto) Notes: - She and her sister Antarctica joined the PAW Patrol together.

- They live and help Jake at the mountain.

Antarctica, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Antarctica Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue dog

- I’ll be there, whenever you call”

- Snowbody will stop me! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got a turquoise pup pack similar to Alaska’s. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) Vehicle: A turquoise pick up snow plow with violet lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Uniform: She wears a turquoise winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. She also wears a scarf and four boots. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Steele (Balto), Antarctica Snowpaw (Penguins of Madagascar OC, that belongs to Aki-Hanna) Notes: - She joined along with Alaska the PAW Patrol.

- She lives with Alaska on the mountains with Jake.

- She has a crush on the Balto movie character Steele.

Rodrigo, a tri-colored Chihuahua OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Rodrigo Species: Dog (Chihuahua) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico Bio: He’s Tracker’s cousin, third grade from his father’s side, who used to live in Mexico. Tracker invited a few family members of him to get recruited and ten have come and to have it easier to choose the new members, he made a competition with various situations and Rodrigo was one of the two, who made it to win in everything. Quotes: - My nose won’t fail, when Rodrigo’s on the way!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is light brown colored. (It contains a grappling hook, a multi tool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: His vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but in brown. Uniform: He wears a brown safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker, Papi (Beverly Hills Chihuahua) Notes: - Rodrigo is related with Tracker.

Juarez, a Pinscher OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Juarez Species: Dog (Pinscher) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico (Breed is German) Bio: Juarez used to live near the borders of Mexico and the USA. She heard from a few Chihuahuas about the competition of Tracker and she followed them and joined in and ended up in second place and able to join the PAW Patrol along with Rodrigo. Quotes: - Sunny or rainy, nothing can stop me!

- Ninguem para este chachorro! (Nothing stops this pup) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Her pup pack has the color green. (It contains a grappling hook, a multitool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: Her vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but has the military patterns on her vehicle. Uniform: She wears a green safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker Notes: - It’s not much know about Juarez’ family or owners, only that she lived at the borders.

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kassieandrickexplore · 3 months ago

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I joke about being surprised that I made it to 40. But in reality there have been moments and decisions that do make this feel lucky or fortunate at times. Not only to have made it - but to have made it to where I am - happy, successful, whole, and loved.

I had a phenomenal childhood. But then detoured the start of my "adult life" (not really adult - but convinced I was one) as a college dropout and a short stint of sleeping in my car or on random couches, cleaning concert venues at 2am for cash and selling vacuums door-to-door (or not really selling them... turns out I'm not great at that... luckily I had multiple other jobs to keep me busy) to becoming a self-taught developer and meeting my supportive husband to now being a published author and SVP of Operations in NYC who is fortunate enough to travel the world. Battling financial hardships and depression swings along the way. And with that comes the reminder that, dude, life is hard. It's rarely always easy... for anyone. There is some struggle that everyone has had to go through - whether you see it or not.

So, here I stand. 40 years old. Brought to you by hard work, perseverance, positivity, and being fortunate in opportunity to get the chances that I've been given. Point A to point B - with a huge detour in the middle. Along the way I've come to find myself, love myself, and learn I'm a badass. And if I'm fortunate enough - in another 40 years - I'll make it to point C...

With that... we celebrated the "making it to 40" with 40 locations! An idea born with a night in a bar over a few beers and a standard "R+K I have an idea!" conversation.

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What started as 40 from august to august expanded to the start of 2023 to August 2024. Due to our loved people planning things that we want to join… before August 2023. This was the celebration of “omg Kassie survived 40 years - we never thought it would happen.” Maybe the next 40, I’ll be more careful so it won’t be so surprising. 40 “experiences” had to be #1 unique, #2 require the day and night in the location to count, #3 that’s it.

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1. St George Island, Florida

2. TWA Hotel, Queens, New York

3. Playa Del Carmen, Mexico

4. Mystic, Connecticut

5. Farm Sanctuary, The Finger Lakes, New York

6. Tenby, Wales

7. Snowdonia National Park, Wales

8. Newport, Rhode Island

9. Spokane, Washington

10. Seyðisfjörður, Iceland

11. Wichita, Kansas

12. Bermuda

13. Munich, Germany

14. Vienna, Austria

15. Hallstat, Austria

16. Innsbruck, Austria

17. Vaduz, Liechtenstein

18. St Moritz, Switzerland

19. Zermatt, Switzerland

20. Zurich, Switzerland

21. Governor’s Island, New York City

22. New Paltz Trails, Upstate New York

23. Nashville, Tennessee

24. Christmas Con, Edison, New Jersey

25. Kansas

26. Iowa

27. Hogmanay, Edinburgh, United Kingdom

28. The Bahamas

29. Lisbon, Portugal

30. Porto, Portugal

31. Londonderry, Vermont

32. Bottlerock, Napa Valley, California

33. Flatey Island, Iceland

34. Snæfellsnes Peninsula, Iceland

35. Vestmannaeyjabær (Westman Islands), Iceland

36. Ísafjörður, Iceland

37. Newport, Oregon

38. Oslo, Norway

39. Flåm, Norway

40. Bergen, Norway

#travel #youtube #road trip #global travel #trip ideas #world travel #traveling #vacation #birthday trips #Youtube

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ellinapark · 2 years ago

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halogensleep · 6 years ago

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pour your gasoline on me (let’s torch the whole world down) Ch. 6

“What is your second favourite dessert?”

“Tiramisu.” Charlotte didn’t bother to turn away from the plane window her eyes were fixed on as the small talk became exactly that.

“Mine’s rhubarb crumble,” Becky replied instantly. “And your first?”

“Banana pudding.”

“Disgusting.”

“I wasn’t seeking your approval.”

“Good, because you’re not getting it.” Becky folded her arms as if she were truly, deeply offended. “Banana pudding, absolute mayhem.” Her ginger head shook in disbelief.

“The best night of your life?” Charlotte lifted a brow.

“Not with you.” Becky smirked. “It was the military attaché to the Ambassador of Qatar. He was a ride. The man knew exactly what to do with his hands, well, right before I cut them off—”

“You should probably cover your ears.” Charlotte interrupted, she craned her head forward to peer at the unaccompanied minor sat beside them. “Go on, headphones on.” She nodded down to the wide-eyed little boy.

Becky smirked a naughty wolfish grin as he did as he was told.

“Little ears always listening.” Becky looked back at Charlotte and wiggled her eyebrows in amusement.

“Considering little mouths are the first to talk you should probably work on your spacial awareness.” Charlotte leaned back in her seat and rubbed her forehead. “Twenty minutes until we land. Food first or pit-stop at the hotel before dinner?”

“There’s only one thing I want to eat and you’re sitting on it.”

“Don’t be crass,” Charlotte warned, stern and quiet.

When the plane landed they made efficiently quick work of the airport. After passport control, Becky grabbed the bags, Charlotte bought the coffees, a quick jaunt to the taxi rank later, and they were on their way to the outskirts of Zurich with barely two words said between them the entire car trip.

The snow fell and coated the world in a neatly crisp blanket of white, piling on top of cars and thatched roofs politely without much disturbance. The air was cold and sharp, stinging their cheeks and noses as they walked and pressed against one another for warmth. Switzerland was picturesque this time of year, that’s what the travel agent back in Dublin had advised, however he did forget to mention to pack Arctic-ready coats and wooly hats, and so they wandered along with their inadequately thin jackets wrapped around their chilling bones and their hands entwined with one another.

“I hate this,” Becky admitted with a roll of her eyes.

“Me too.” Charlotte stopped and looked around. “I did mean it when I said I wanted to runaway with you for a little while until it all dies down but… gingerbread and hot cocoa isn’t really my speed.” She shrugged.

Becky nodded in agreement and pouted slightly, thinking hard.

“Shall we go straight for the hotel and just fuck all night instead?” Becky turned and looked at her with a wry smirk, as if it were the best idea she’d had all day. “We can go back to the airport in the morning and try again.”

“Eh.” Charlotte shrugged and bobbed her head side to side as she weighed it up. “I guess there’s worse ways to spend a night.”

…

In Marakesh, Morocco, the outskirts of the city to be exact, a singular yellow apartment building rose proudly from a colourful street with market traders shouting and selling spices to passing custom below. It was a swelteringly hot day — too hot for either of them to care to go outside. Seventies disco music blared from the open balcony doors at the top and angered the people below, which only made Becky turn it up louder and sing around the living room while breakfast burned in the pan.

It wasn’t keeping a low cover. Charlotte didn’t need it to be. She was the deadliest female assassin in the world… and number two on the list was currently wearing number one’s unbuttoned white shirt and blowing kisses a few feet away.

“Ohhhhhhhh yes sir! I can boogie! but I need a certain song…” Becky twirled around on the wooden floor in a spot where a hot streak of sunshine cut through the open balcony doors and warmed her skin. “I can boogie, boogie boogie, all night looooooong!” She span and shimmied her hips.

Charlotte blinked and stared at the insane woman.

“Is that…” She paused for a moment and looked to the half naked troublemaker with last night’s lipstick still smeared around the inside of her thigh dancing wildly. “Is that supposed to turn me on?” She furrowed her brow.

“Is it working?” Becky grinned wickedly and flashed her breasts.

“It’s not your best work,” Charlotte said pithily and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. “You dance like someone is holding you at gunpoint… but... the thought of holding you at gunpoint until you dance for me? Well.” She smiled slightly and narrowed her eyes.

When she lit the cigarette and leaned backwards against her seat, inhaling a long deep puff, her long legs tossed up on to the coffee, toes wiggling in the vibrant heat, head nodding away to the neverending chorus of the song on repeat, she turned her head and looked at the troublemaker who had long since stopped dancing.

“Have you ever been in a relationship?” Becky raised an eyebrow.

“Ask me a different question.” Charlotte chewed her jaw. “Ask me if—”

“You know the rules of the game,” Becky reminded of the agreement they shared with one another. “Any question, any time, always an honest answer, on the risk of death otherwise.” Her slender nose wrinkled with a slight scowl.

Charlotte brought the cigarette to her lips and kept it there for a moment, puffing, then rubbing the back of her neck. It was a terrible idea this game but the thing that irritated Charlotte the most was how much she always wanted to answer truthfully. Sometimes just for the sake of having a person to be honest with. Sometimes just for the hope that an answer would be surprising enough to see the faint outline of surprise in Becky’s expression.

Sometimes, just because it was nice believing for a moment that Becky truly cared about the answer.

Charlotte was too smart to know the latter was true. She believed for the most part Becky asked personal questions for one thing and one thing only, leverage. The thought of Becky feeling things deep enough to be frightened by the fact flattered Charlotte. It felt strangely like a compliment.

“Once. I’ve only been in a relationship once.” Charlotte finally answered. “Although I did marry them,” she added, quietly.

“Man or woman?” Becky infuriated her with the way she didn’t so much as bat an eyelash. “I can’t imagine you at an alter, in white, virginal and pure.” The Irishwoman smirked and moved to the sofa to sit down.

“The Elvis at the Little White Chapel special — four-hundred dollars plus courthouse fees which is barely a wedding at all. I was twenty-one. He… was not twenty-one.” Charlotte smirked slightly too and peered at the troublemaker with a wry look. “I was young and figuring out who I was and he was none of those things. It made him interesting, maybe. It was never going to be a white picket fence and three kids in the suburbs but he respected that. I liked that he respected that.”

“So you married him because of what exactly?” It was a glorious feeling watching Becky become perplexed and exasperated.

“I was twenty-one and heading to boot camp because I thought the military would give me some stability! What else was I going to do? Not marry the first man I could tolerate?”

“So how did you kill him?” Becky hurried to the conclusion.

Charlotte paused and smiled for a moment.

“Who said he’s dead?” Charlotte savoured the way it immediately earned a deep, frightening glare as if the thought of an ex-husband existing in the world was something Becky couldn’t tolerate.

“Well.” Becky cleared her throat after a moment passed. “I didn’t put you down as the cordial divorce type?” She tried to seem unphased.

“That’s because I never divorced him.”

“What do you mean you didn’t divorce him?” Becky spat.

“I mean… I never got round to divorcing him?” Charlotte blinked and puffed her cigarette innocently.

“You’re lying, and you know I hate it when you smoke around me.” Becky snapped and snatched the cigarette from Charlotte’s fingertips. She knelt there on the sofa, precarious stare becoming all the more venomous and hateful, cigarette squeezed between her thumb and finger, teeth on the edge of themselves. She was utterly stuck, and Charlotte loved every second of it. “You wouldn’t do that. And even if you did do that—which you fucking didn’t—I would know about it! I know all of your little secrets, Charlotte Flair, don’t forget that...” Becky became all the more sure of herself as the cigarette was flicked over the edge of the balcony.

“I was still enjoying that.” Charlotte rolled her eyes.

“I told you if you ever lied to me I would kill you.” Becky pushed forward and grabbed Charlotte’s jaw, hard. “Are you lying to me?” She pouted softly until the soft Irish curve of her lips pushed over one another.

The fingers around Charlotte’s jaw were so tight that it made the act of smirking all the more difficult, but Charlotte did it anyway, face trapped between that wild woman’s claws, eyes looking her up and down victoriously, she smirked so hard that Becky’s growing anger was taken out against the side of her jawbones.

“I’m telling the truth,” Charlotte whispered with a soft rasp to her voice.

“I could kill him.” Becky released her with a slight push, and Charlotte rubbed her sore jaw while the troublemaker continued to hiss. “It feels awfully rude and boring of you to not mention you’re married!”

“Rude maybe… but boring?” Charlotte shook her head severely. “I’m many things but boring isn’t one of them.”

“No,” Becky cleared her throat and became thin mouthed. “I suppose you’re not boring.”

There was a heavy, ominous, thudding knock to the wooden front door. It made them both shoot a brief decisive look at one another.

“Noise complaint or the Collective catching up to us?” Charlotte asked for a second opinion, calmly.

“Get the suitcase.” Becky grabbed the Glock from the coffee table and put her breasts away. “I hate noise complaints…”

…

“Now this…” Becky whispered through a strangled tight moan and fluttered her eyes closed. “This is more my speed…” She gasped and rolled her hips.

Charlotte stayed between her thighs, kissing and nibbling her way around the outskirts of town until the troublemaker couldn’t take it anymore, until a trembling hand found the back of her blonde hair and guided her around the local attractions.

Time passed. The sunset came, and so did Becky. When the sun finally set over the rainforest outside they remained collapsed in a warm pile of gleaming pink limbs, satisfied but not quite satisfied enough, humming against each other’s warm muscles like moths near a flame. It was strangely romantic. It was strangely… normal.

Charlotte hated that.

“Cambodia next?” Charlotte tiredly mumbled into her hip bone, desperate for something new.

“I like Belize.” Becky yawned and put her arms loosely around the psychopath’s shoulders. “Good weed is cheap and easy to come by and there’s work too with the drug cartels. It’s not much, but it keeps me busy for now. You should try it sometime.” She patted her back.

“The Collective will catch up to us eventually. It won’t always be noise complaints, Becky.” Charlotte shifted uncomfortably.

“That’s your problem, not mine.”

“You think they won’t come looking for you too?” Charlotte laughed slightly at the misplaced optimism. “They asked you to hit me and you turned down the job. An awfully bold move for a supposed psychopath. When they find out you’re not dead…”

“There’s still time to kill you yet,” Becky reassured with a raspy voice and truly meant it. “I will get bored, eventually.”

“I’m already bored,” Charlotte complained with a sigh. “It’s been…what? Two months since I last killed someone?” She winced and struggled to remember the last time she felt warm blood spatter against her cheeks.

“Laszlo told you to call him when you’re ready to work.”

“But then I have to stop doing this and actually go to work.” Charlotte became stuck between which seemed worse, Becky or Laszlo.

“There’s no pleasing you sometimes,” Becky said frustratedly.

“Well…” Charlotte danced her fingers up the middle of Becky’s chest. “I don’t know about that…” She wiggled her brows.

Becky caught the fingers dancing between her breasts and bent them back hard enough to hurt. Charlotte hissed and tried to pull away, but the troublemaker held her hand tight and pulled her closer. They kissed hard and without passion, forcefully, teeth bruising each other’s lips.

“I’m not a fuck toy to distract yourself with.” Becky pulled away and stared into her eyes. “This is nice but it won’t be nice forever, you should have something to fall back on when this starts to unravel.”

Charlotte paused and nodded.

“Understood.”

…

In Cambodia, just beyond the killing fields that those old enough to remember never talked about, they played house in a small shack sat on top of the hill overlooking a fishing village that sold tilapia and khmer, mostly. The locals whispered about them, about the coldness of their stares and the strange passionate noises that could occasionally be heard from the hill in the quiet hours of night.

Tonight officially became the tenth silent night in a row, and the locals were slowly running out of things to gossip about.

In her deepest layers of sleep, Charlotte felt movement on the bed beside her as if somebody was sitting down for a few minutes at a time and then standing back up again. It stirred her slightly, enough for her to briefly open her eyes and swallow her dry mouth.

“Oh,” Charlotte whispered tiredly at the fishing knife glinting in Becky’s hand. “Is that for me?” It was said politely and without accusation.

Becky paused for a moment with a weighty brow.

“It’s been three months and I’m bored, Charlotte. I’m so fucking bored of you that it feels like I can’t breathe.” She exhaled shakily.

“I know, me too.” Charlotte agreed quietly and then paused for a moment. “Do you want to take a walk somewhere and have a knife fight the old fashioned way or shall we head back home and go our separate ways?” She wasn’t sure she cared about either anymore.

Slowly, Becky put her knife away.

“Good.” Charlotte yawned and closed her eyes. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

...

Charlotte surveyed the abandoned amusement park, the rusted ferris wheel in the distance, the rotten wooden roller coaster that snaked around the site with support beams dotted here and there as if it were the skeleton of a long dead beast. The family theme park had been closed for some ten or maybe fifteen years after an accident that bankrupted the owners. But the chalets still stood and only one road came in and out with a view that went for some miles, so it was an ideal place to hide out for the night on their way back north.

“Well.” Becky huffed and wiped the ginger hair out of her brow as the bolt cutters were slung down. “It’s not Belize, is it?”

“Can you not?” Charlotte shot her a stern look. “It’s one night. We head north once the storm passes over then Laszlo pulls a few fingers back with the Collective, after that the only person you have to worry about killing you in the cold long night is me.” She smiled coldly.

“Hmm,” Becky rolled her eyes and kicked the chalet door in. “You say the sweetest things.”

Charlotte followed her inside and threw their bags down on the dusty counter top. The furniture and fixings were moldy and ancient, squalid even, but it would do for their last night together. Charlotte watched Becky sit down at the table and pull out the bottle of whiskey from her backpack along with two metal canteens.

Charlotte closed her eyes and smiled.

“Feeling sentimental?” She opened them again.

“For one night, maybe.” Becky poured the liquor and offered one canteen forward. “It’s been a good three months. You bored me at times, you excited me at others. I’ll drink to that?”

“To the last three months.” Charlotte clinked her metal mug and sat down at the table too. “A last night of question game?”

“Alright. Why didn’t you tell me you were married?” Becky asked instantly.

“I like having my cards close to my chest.” Charlotte shrugged. “If it makes you feel better I haven’t seen him in… hmm… maybe ten years?” She removed her jacket and leaned back against the breakfast seat. “When was the last time you felt an emotion?”

“Well right now I feel—” Becky tried to answer but Charlotte cut her off.

“No, no, stop. I’m not asking you about your mood. I’m asking you when was the last time you felt an emotion? The last time you had a reactive feeling?” Charlotte made her question more pronounced and specific.

Becky’s expression became angry and narrowed but then she just swallowed and thought about it for what felt like forever.

“Istanbul, two months ago. I asked you what happened to your cat and you told me you had him put down so we could travel and I fell in love with you for three and a half minutes exactly. What about you?” Becky blinked coldly.

“I did like that cat.” Charlotte sighed and drank a little more. “Belize, the night before we left for Cambodia. You were asleep and I wanted to put a pillow over your face and watch you fight for a breath until you just… stopped fighting.” They both smiled faintly at that. “I felt sad afterwards. I think it was sadness, maybe. I realised that whatever I’ve been looking for… it wasn’t a rainforest in Belize with you.”

“Your favourite moment of me?” Becky lifted a brow expectantly.

“All the moments you weren’t actually there,” Charlotte whispered and held her stare. “Chasing you, wondering where you were, what you would do next, who would kill the other first. I liked you the most when it was me playing the role of you in the space you left behind.” It earned a smirk. “And you?”

“What’s your husband’s name?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Kill me then. What’s your husband’s name?” Becky abruptly insisted.

“James,” Charlotte whispered. “Now what was your favourite moment of me?”

“Here, right now.” Becky shrugged and sipped her drink. “I’m a sucker for goodbyes.”

“If you kill him you know I’m going to have to snap your daughter’s neck. You know that right?” Charlotte blinked. “It’s not that I care about him but I think I like having parts of my life untouched by you.”

“Scouts honour, baby.” Becky raised three fingers with a wicked smirk.

“Becky…” Charlotte hesitated for a moment and wanted desperately to feel something. “I’m not capable of loving you but I respect you, I want you to know that.”

“I don’t know what I’m capable of anymore,” Becky whispered and finished her drink.

…

After Laszlo cleared everything up with the Collective the hitwomen went their separate ways. Six months passed without contact. It was as if Charlotte Flair had never existed in her tiny compounded world of violence and boredom. Except, she did. She had existed. She existed until she ceased to exist. Until all that Becky had left was the ghost of her.

It wasn’t that Becky missed her because that was the wrong word all together. To miss Charlotte implied that Becky wanted her around. Sometimes she did want Charlotte around, once in a while when she was feeling sentimental at least. But if Becky had to put her finger on it the thing she truly missed then it was the game. The theatrics of it all. The paradigm of having someone to play with. The excitement of being hunted in return. It was enough to leave her playing with the idea of going after Charlotte on her best days. It was enough to leave her sickened and furious wondering if Charlotte had forgotten all about her on her worst.

It took a lot of patience and time to find the man she promised not to kill. Charlotte had done everything she could and then a little more in order to hide him away, but Becky did what she did best and found the little duplex south of nowhere that belonged to a man who had long since fell off the face of the earth.

When she kicked the door of the apartment off its hinges, the first thing that struck her was the sickly sweet smell of rotting meat and putrescine. It was enough to make her lift the balaclava and reflexively gag between her legs. Becky just about held onto her breakfast and spat the saliva that pooled in her mouth on to the floor. The light switch was flipped on and the front door closed behind her. In the kitchen the radio was playing quietly, and the song left Becky hopeful that she would find an old lover waiting for her with a knife in hand.

‘Baby… I wanna keep my reputation. I'm a sensation… you try me once you'll beg for more. Oh, yes sir. I can boogie. But I need a certain song…’

If Charlotte had a gun, well, that would put Becky at an immediate disadvantage. But a knife? That seemed like a fair fight that would leave a few scars to remember each other by until the next time around.

‘Yes Sir, I can boogie! If you stay you can't go wrong… I can boogie, boogie boogie, all night long…’

Becky pushed the door open and instantly covered her mouth and nose from the horrific smell. She became instantly disappointed, the man was dead and had been dead for some time if the puddle of wibbly wobbly chunky bits where his putrefied skin had fallen off was anything to go by.

There was a note with her name on it resting against the radio speaker that caught her eyes.

“Pardon me,” Becky mumbled to the rotten body through her cupped hand and walked around to retrieve it.

Number two,

I really don’t want to kill your daughter but I have a feeling you might try to force my hand.

You’re predictable and I’m ten steps ahead. Come looking for me, I double dare you.

Let’s play,

Number one xoxo

Becky finished reading the note with gritted teeth and tore it up there and then. It was maddening. It was infuriating. It was, above all things, the calling card of a woman who was woefully bored too.

"Your ex-wife wants to play games with me?" She looked at the festering man falling apart in the chair furiously. "It's time to play dirty."

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mo-torious-mo-blog · 6 years ago

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[CHANGING MY NAME TO: Mo (first name) Torious (last name)]

i asked my parents if I could come up to westchester to have dinner with them, or to briefly stay while I looked for an apartment.

They said no. It’s funny, Dr Tabar at Belkvue Hospital (Dr Mounir, intake), told me that I should cut off my relationship with my mother. The only reason my father asked me to attend her 80th birthday party, was to keep up appearances. Before the night was over, and after my speech (unmmmzm....I got you a car), he told me in no uncertain terms that I am no longer welcome in his house. I dove get it. His brother Ladipo Fayemi is a caseworker at HRA HASA, who never once intervened for me, and who nobody in that agency thought to refer my case to. Mr. McCoy, used to make fun of the name. No matter, I no longer want to be called that.

I told them that since my father still continues to lie about not having received a copy of the doctored IRS Filings which Lucy Ostrofsky (acting in house counsel) had filed, directly ignoring my instructions, before I was forced out of the company and off the corporate bank account (it takes 3 members of management: myself, Richard McGinnis (Kurt Salmon Associates), President of Motorious Retail Stores (m&m/Mars Family: sponsor of Kyle Bush’s Toyota at NASXAR), patent holder, casino slot machine algorithms) and Philip Munger (who once, unbeknownst to me, withdrew $5,000 in cash from his personal Citibank account, and deposited it into my (the corporate) account, triggering FBI Money Laundering Red Flag: I have never even seen $5,000.00 in cash in one place in my entire life. I spent $500 to $10,000/month on my AMEX PLATINUM: and repaid it within 30 days. Beginning in 1992. Until I didn’t and went bankrupt for $60,000.

Bottom line: I don’t trust the man, and he and I no longer have a relationship. All he and my mother have done is agree with the psychiatrists who keep diagnosing me with paranoid delusions that I run a company. All this, I believe, because the only company he ever ran, ended up in trouble with the IRS. I’m beginning to be really suspect about his book selling and his AIDS Charity for orphans in Africa. Before he kicked me out of the house, he asked me if I wanted to help him with his Foundation, and I said « no » I want German citizenship.

A look at my brief work history shows I never stay in 1 place very long. What’s wrong with having wanted a change and to seek opportunities abroad?

Science Advisers, led by Norman Heyman, Jean Robert Le Shufy, and Kevin DeVito (New Capital Horizons, the US arm of New Capital AG in Switzerland: COPE Holdings (XTERA DAX | NASDAQ) Zuggero, CEO | lent ICV, llc (Integrated Concepts Vehicles, llc, Flipboard.com/@ICV_llc, the first $137,000 after I had lent the corporation $60,000.

MOTORIOUS MONEY GRID: says $100,000.00 loan am was made by Phil Munger on November 1, 1999. If that had been the case, why were none of the vendors at the show paid, and why did I receive a phone message on December 31, 1999 from Philip Munger: [email protected], the DAY AFTER I received a message from Wayne Irving of Spin Records that he had secured $25 Million from ING Barings?

My only Full Time Employee: John Goodwin, who I met at Pump No 8 at the Mobil Gas Station in Rancho Palos Verdea, took a salary of $80,000.00 + benefits + expense reimbursement, where on July 2, 1999 he secured an LOI with the Make A Wish charity for a proposed October 31, 2000 Charity Rade at Texas Motor Speedway.

He had 9 months to secure a deal with Ford to provide NASCAR vehicles for the event, which was supposed to commemorate 100 Years of Motorsports in America, and also commemorate both Ford and Harley Davidson’s 100th Anniversary. Moose returned saying that the sponsors (especially the protected sponsor, Coke, will not let the drivers out of their contests to drive the event)

Autoweek Magazine, the same issue it quoted several drivers as wanting to participate, reported that My Apple Laptop « had ears ». Motor Trend Magazine wrote an article entitled « The Automotive Analyst », a « fictitious story about a Wall Street analyst having problems with his wife, while talking to his shrink. The concluding sentence: « Build The Car »

My only contribution to Ford would have been when I called the $3 million monstrosity (Focus) built by John Colletti and Motor Trend: Ian Cartabiano has penned a sick Mis-Engined Ford Focus Rally Car, which was to have shared a platform with the Renault R5 (Nissan: where Doi had previously worked after NCIS).

That, and the referral from Mark Stehrenberger to Scott Sharpe Racing, to [Ford Tuner: I ferget] , who wrote a proposal for tuning the 4.0 liter Jaguar V8 for the Motorious Show Stand, as a potential BMW M5 competitor.

Of the $137,000.00 loan, $50,000 went to Mark Stehrenberger Design, who was to generate 3 proposals for the Deusenberg PHAETON: Mercedes Benz Ocean 4 door convertible concept...to. E build at the DRESDEN Factory in Germany), the other $50,000 went to Robert Marianich in Huntington Beach, who was to have converted his studio, and built a « clay resurfaced » proposal of the RIVOLUZIONW: 1999 LA Auto Show, next to Shelby Series One (I met Carroll at Jay Leno’s, where he asked me to contact his assistant, Pearlita Shelby, about helping him with production of the OLDSMOBILE AURORA Engined SERIES ONE: autopsia.wordpress.com, slated to return to INDYCAR, to replace the Honda unit, now that they created Touring Car.

I wanted to get the rights to MG ROVER (BBC: BMW’s English Patient), known as Rover Sterling 825 in America (Acura Legend): ARCONA | After the misérable failure of Phoenix Holdings, which paid Queen Elizabeth the nominal sum of £10, and then before becoming the four most overpaid executives in the UK Auto Industry. I even went so far as to ask Lakshmi Mittal (Arcelor Mittal and Harris’s) if he would help me to purchase Land Rover from TATA.

CAR AND DRIVER MAGAZINE (Hearst Publications: Vladimir Putin) April Fool’s | Toyota buys Oldsmobile Trademark for $5,000.

FIAT acquire the right to the Oldsmobile Aurora Engine through my partnership with Carroll Shelby, Gets the Oldsmobile Dealerships (10 year warrante on the engine), Change the nage to Alfa Romeo, and modify the engine for use in US Alfa’s, like the GT-V8, Spider Véloce (Duetto V8: BMWfilms.com Béat the Devil).

Unfortunately, John Goodwin went bankrupt, my ex-wife had a hidden camera in our bedroom vent (Waiting to Exhale, Bernadine’s Rage: 6624 Oceancrest Drive, RPV, CA, 90275). And all of our personal and my corporate accounts were closed on August 14, 2001, due to malfeasance on her part:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6vwNcNOTVzY

[The Private Bank: Union Bank of California (Mitsubishi Sumitomo: KIRETSU): Peggy Fahnestock, Gloria Marquez: who refinanced my BMW Financial Loan from JP Morgan Chase, because it was higher interest rate than a similarly situated white nan, all other things being equal.

The VENDETTA (redesigned Rivoluzione: 200 LA Auto Show, was in an accident THE FIRST DAY I DROVE IT. I didn’t even make it to the highway. There was at least $100,000? In customization (hand hammered and rolled Aluminum body parts riveted and bonded to the steel: Robin Officer, Captain Metal, Magic Mountain, CA (A Kiwi). who I believe, was interviewed on the Jay Leno show dresses in drag. By keeping all the receipts to every modification, the insurance company: GEICO, had to first restore the vehicle to its original condition, THEN, cover all the replacement customization which they did, before canceling my policy the sane day the lease on my 328i was repossed, with $5,000.00 worth of renderings and sketches by Ian Cartabiano, which actually appeared in Bimmer Magazine in 1998.

My mother refuses to give me my birth certificate. Whats wrong with this picture?

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Art, treasure and jewel heists in Europe in recent times, listed - art and culture

A brazen burglary Monday at a German museum holding priceless treasures is another in a long history of daring European heists over the years.German police said it was too early to estimate the value of the items stolen from Dresden’s Green Vault, one of the world’s oldest museums, and museum officials called the objects “priceless.”Here’s a look at some other spectacular thefts in Europe in recent years:Swedish smash and grabIn a daring daytime heist, thieves in Sweden smashed glass show cases inside a cathedral and snatched 17th-century royal treasures estimated to be worth 65 million kronor ($7 million) last year.They made their getaway on stolen bicycles and then fled by motorboat via the vast system of lakes west of Stockholm.The two crowns and an orb were later discovered in a garbage bin north of Stockholm.Two men were convicted and imprisoned for the theft.The Italian JobIn January 2018, thieves stole precious Indian jewels from the famed Al Thani Collection that were on show at the Doge’s Palace in Venice, including a pendant featuring a 10-carat diamond.Surveillance footage showed one of the thieves calmly opening a showcase window, pocketing the gems and sauntering off. Police say the alarm was triggered only a minute later, giving the thieves time to escape.Croatian police later arrested four suspects, one of whom was believed to be linked to several major heists in Europe and the notorious, multinational “Pink Panther” gang of thieves.Golden CoinBurglars broke into Berlin’s Bode Museum in March 2017 and made off with a 100-kilogram (221-pound) Canadian gold coin known as the “Big Maple Leaf.”The suspects are believed to have smashed a protective case and then managed to lift the coin out of a museum window before fleeing along a rail track with their haul in a wheelbarrow. After getting away with it, they are accused of later cutting up the coin, valued at about 3.75 million euros ($4.33 million), and selling the pieces.Four men are currently on trial in the case — three accused of the break-in and a fourth, a security guard at the museum, on allegations he helped with their plan. They deny the charges.A Van Gogh HomecomingTwo paintings by Vincent van Gogh went back on display in Amsterdam in 2017 — more than 14 years after thieves ripped them off the walls of the Van Gogh Museum during an audacious nighttime raid.Italian police discovered the paintings, “View of the Sea at Scheveningen,” and “Congregation leaving the Reformed Church in Nuenen,” during a raid targeting Italian mobsters.Fashion week frightIn October 2016, robbers allegedly forced their way into the apartment where Kim Kardashian West was staying during Paris Fashion Week, tied her up and stole more than $10 million worth of jewelry.Ten people have been charged in the case. The alleged mastermind wrote the reality TV star an apology letter from his prison cell.She said the experience made her less materialistic.Offscreen drama at CannesCannes has a reputation not only for its film festival glamour but also for its dramatic heists.In 2015, thieves — one wearing an old-man mask — walked into the Cartier boutique on Cannes’ Croisette seaside promenade in the middle of the morning and walked out with millions of dollars’ worth of jewelry and watches.Then, in 2013, thieves stole Chopard jewelry from a hotel room safe during the festival, a crime that drew parallels to Sofia Coppola’s “The Bling Ring,” which was screening that year.And two months later, a lone gunman pulled off one of the biggest jewelry heists of all time, stealing $136 million worth of diamond jewelry from Cannes’ Carlton Hotel — a location for Alfred Hitchcock’s classic “To Catch a Thief.”Airport HeistsEuropean airports have provided a stage for some audacious jewel thefts.In a carefully planned 2013 heist, thieves cut through a fence at the Brussels airport, drove to a Switzerland-bound plane and snatched an estimated $50 million in diamonds.In 2005, thieves threatened guards and hijacked an armored car from Dutch carrier KLM’s cargo ramp at Amsterdam’s Schiphol airport, making off with millions in diamonds and jewelry.Posh tricksters, cross-dressing crooksIn 2009, two elegantly dressed men walked into the Graff Diamond Store in London’s high-end Mayfair district and carried away necklaces, watches, rings and bracelets worth more than 40 million pounds ($51 million, at today’s exchange rate).While Christmas shoppers strolled outside the posh Harry Winston jewelry shop near Paris’ famed Champs-Elysees in 2008, armed thieves — some dressed as women and wearing wigs — entered the store and stole gems and jeweled watches worth up to $85 million.Popular ArtIn 2008, three men wearing ski masks walked into the Buehrle museum in Zurich a half-hour before closing time on a Sunday. While one used a pistol to force museum staff to lie on the floor, the two others swiped four paintings by Cezanne, Degas, Van Gogh and Monet worth $163 million. Shocked police called it one of the biggest heists in European history. The Van Gogh and Monet paintings were recovered.A year before the Zurich heist, two Picasso paintings worth nearly $66 million and a drawing were stolen from the Paris home of the artist’s granddaughter in an overnight theft.In 2004, two Edvard Munch masterpieces, “The Scream” and “Madonna,” were taken from the Munch Museum in Oslo, Norway, by three men wielding firearms in a daylight raid. The paintings, insured for $141 million, were recovered with little damage two years later.In 2003, a $65-million Leonardo da Vinci painting was stolen from Drumlanrig Castle in southern Scotland by two men who joined a public tour and overpowered a guide. It was recovered four years later.(This story has been published from a wire agency feed without modifications to the text. Only the headline has been changed.)Follow more stories on Facebook and Twitter Source link Read the full article

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pour your gasoline on me (let’s torch the whole world down) Ch. 6 sneak peek

“What is your second favourite dessert?”

“Tiramisu.” Charlotte didn’t bother to turn away from the plane window her eyes were fixed on as the small talk became exactly that.

“Mine’s rhubarb crumble,” Becky replied instantly. “And your first?”

“Banana pudding.”

“Disgusting.”

“I wasn’t seeking your approval.”

“Good, because you’re not getting it.” Becky folded her arms as if she were truly, deeply offended. “Banana pudding, absolute mayhem.” Her ginger head shook in disbelief.

“The best night of your life?” Charlotte lifted a brow.

“Not with you.” Becky smirked. “It was the military attaché to the Ambassador of Qatar. He was a ride. The man knew exactly what to do with his hands, well, right before I cut them off—”

Becky smirked a naughty wolfish grin as the he did as he was told.

“Little ears always listening.” Becky looked back at Charlotte and wiggled her eyebrows in amusement.

“There’s only one thing I want to eat and you’re sitting on it.”

“Don’t be crass,” Charlotte warned, stern and quiet..

“I hate this,” Becky admitted with a roll of her eyes.

“Me too.” Charlotte stopped and looked around. “I did mean it when I said I wanted to runaway with you for a little while but… gingerbread and hot cocoa isn’t really my speed.” She shrugged.

Becky nodded in agreement and pouted slightly, thinking.

“Shall we go straight to the hotel and just fuck all night instead?” Becky turned and looked at her with a wry smirk, as if it were the best idea she’d had all day. “We can go back to the airport in the morning and try again.”

“Eh.” Charlotte shrugged and bobbed her head side to side as she weighed it up. “I guess there’s worse ways to spend a night.”

…

In Marakesh, Morocco, the outskirts of the city to be exact, a singular yellow apartment building rose proudly from a colourful street with market traders shouting and selling spices to passing custom below. It was a swelteringly hot day, too hot for either of them to care to go outside. Seventies disco music blared from the open balcony doors at the top and angered the people below, which only made Becky turn it up louder and prance around the living room while the eggs burned in the pan.

“Ohhhhhhhh yes sir, I can boogie, but I need a certain song…” Becky twirled around on the wooden floor in a spot where a hot streak of sunshine cut through the open balcony doors and warmed her skin. “I can boogie, boogie boogie, all night looooooong!” She span and shimmied her hips.

Charlotte blinked and stared at the insane woman.

“Is that…” She paused for a moment and peered at the half-naked troublemaker with last night’s lipstick still smeared around the inside of her thigh dance wildly. “Is that supposed to turn me on?” She furrowed her brow.

“Is it working?” Becky circled her hips and grinned wickedly.

“It’s not your best work,” Charlotte said pithily and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. “You dance like someone is holding you at gunpoint… but... the thought of someone holding you at gunpoint? Well, it’s doing things for me.” She smiled slightly.

When she lit the cigarette and leaned backwards against her seat, inhaling a long deep puff, her long legs tossed up on to the coffee, toes wiggling in the vibrant heat, head nodding away to the neverending chorus of the song, she turned her head and looked at the troublemaker who had long since stopped dancing.

“Have you ever been in a relationship?” Becky raised an eyebrow.

“Ask me a different question.” Charlotte chewed her jaw. “Ask me if—”

Sometimes, just because it was nice believing for a moment that Becky truly cared about the answer.

Charlotte was too smart to know the latter was true. She believed for the most part Becky asked personal questions for one thing and one thing only — leverage in the event she should ever need it. Charlotte knew that and on some level she was flattered by the thought of Becky feeling things deep enough to be frightened by the fact. It felt strangely like a compliment.

“Once, I’ve only been in a relationship once.” Charlotte finally answered. “And I married them.”

“Man or woman?” Becky infuriated her with the way she didn’t so much as bat an eyelash. “I can’t imagine you at an alter, in white, virginal and pure.” The Irishwoman smirked and sauntered over to the sofa to sit down.

“The Elvis at the Little White Chapel special, four-hundred dollars plus courthouse fees which is barely a wedding at all. I was twenty-one. He… wasn’t twenty-one.” Charlotte smirked slightly too and peered at the troublemaker with a wry look. “I was young and figuring out who I was and he was none of those things. It made him interesting, maybe. It was never going to be a white picket fence and three kids in the suburbs but he respected that. I liked that he respected that.”

“So you married him because of what exactly?” It was a glorious feeling watching Becky become perplexed and exasperated.

“I was twenty-one and heading to boot camp because I thought the military would give me some stability! What else was I going to do? Not marry the first man I could tolerate?”

“So how did you kill him?” Becky hurried to the conclusion.

Charlotte paused and smiled for a moment.

“Who said he’s dead?”

Charlotte savoured the way it immediately earned a deep, frightening glare as if the thought of an ex-husband existing in the world was something Becky couldn’t tolerate. Then, Becky’s expression became something else...

Bingo, and there it was. Charlotte watched the jealousy and surprise light up in her troublemaker’s big brown eyes. It was everything she hoped it would be. It was intense. It was visceral. It was frightening. It was, above all things, the most delicious thing Charlotte thought she might have ever tasted.

“Well.” Becky calmly cleared her throat after a moment passed. “I didn’t put you down as the cordial divorce type?”

“That’s because I never divorced him.”

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The world’s most harrowing roads

(CNN) — Ready for a road trip you’ll never forget? Set your sights on one of these adventurous stretches of highway that provide access to some of the most arresting scenery on the planet.

These are hands-on drives: none of our 10 picks will allow you to let your guard down or let cruise control do most of the driving.

But you’ll be rewarded with travel panoramas few people ever get to see. Just remember to keep your eyes on the road, though.

Stelvio Pass

Italy

Sure, the Stelvio Pass is no longer a secret. There’s an Alfa-Romeo SUV named after the switchback-laden stretch of Italian tarmac bordering Switzerland, and hordes of drivers show up every summer to check out the road British motoring program “Top Gear” once called the greatest in the world.

But wake up early, and you’ll find that the Stelvio’s still a jaw-dropping drive worthy of your bucket list. Boasting epic views of the eastern Alps — that is, when you can afford to look up from the road: there are 75 turns during the climb to 9,045 feet above sea level.

Big number: Three — the number of languages (Italian, Romansh and German) that historically converged at Dreisprachenspitze peak, just above the route.

Fly into: Zurich, Switzerland (ZRH) or Milan, Italy (MXP)

Transfăgărășan

Romania

Sometimes referred to as “the road to the sky,” the Transfăgărășan climbs from 1,630 feet to 6,700 feet.

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This wild Romanian road that crosses the Carpathian Mountains has quite the backstory: depending on who you ask, it was built either to protect against the possibility of a Soviet invasion, or it was a folly, built by Nicolae Ceaușescu simply because he could.

Either way, hundreds reportedly died during dynamite blasts during construction in the 1970s. The result of their efforts is sometimes referred to as “the road to the sky” as the route gently climbs from 1,630 feet to 6,700 feet in elevation, with near endless hairpin turns (such a design would facilitate moving heavy military equipment.)

It’s an engineering marvel: the 71-mile route required a mind-bending array of bridge crossings.

Big number: 1,480 — the number of stairs that climb toward the 13th-century Poenari Castle where Vlad the Impaler, inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula, lived. It’s just off the route.

James W. Dalton Highway

USA

Stretching from central Alaska to Prudhoe Bay, James W. Dalton Highway is one of America’s northernmost roads.

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This mostly gravel Alaskan road is one of the loneliest routes in the world — and that’s the draw. Only a quarter of the Dalton Highway’s 414 miles from Livengood to Deadhorse are paved, and the travel can be rough going as the route traverses above the Arctic Circle, through the Brooks mountain range, and towards the Arctic Ocean.

The road was built in the early 1970s to assist the creation of an oil pipeline that runs along it, but it wasn’t until 2009 and the TV show “Ice Road Truckers” that the road gained notoriety as a dangerous, though beautiful, drive.

You still won’t find much traffic. Or food. Or support. There’s just one rest stop on the road. Well-laid plans are a must and survival gear is recommended.

One note: the major car rental agencies won’t allow their cars on the road; contact a specialist for SUVs that are prepared for the task.

Big number: 126 — the mileage where you’ll come across the “Oh Shit Corner,” a particularly tricky curve for trucks traveling too fast.

When to go: mid-May to mid-September

Fly into: Fairbanks, Alaska (FAI)

Trollstigen (‘Troll Ladder’)

Norway

The “Troll Ladder” climbs at a 10% incline through an enchanted mountain landscape.

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Got Dramamine? You might need it before taking on Norway’s famed Trollstigen, a road that climbs a 10% incline and makes 11 hairpin turns in the process of ascending a mountainous landscape befitting a troll-filled fairytale.

Along the way, you’ll cross impressive waterfalls such as Stigfossen, over a thousand feet high. Near the top there’s a modern visitor center where you can catch your breath.

Big number: 3,600 — the number of feet of straight vertical drop of Troll Wall, Europe’s tallest vertical mountain wall, a short drive from Trollstigen.

When to go: May/June through October/November

Fly into: Oslo, Norway (OSL)

Ruta 40

Argentina

At more than 3,100 miles long, Ruta 40 is the longest road in Argentina (and one of the longest in the world).

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Ready for the “big trip” — the real deal, like-a-rolling-stone, once-in-a-lifetime wander? Set your sights on Argentina’s Ruta 40, a national road that travels over 3,100 miles from La Quiaca, Jujuy in the north, which is near the Bolivian border, to Cabo Virgenes in Santa Cruz to the south. The partially unpaved route is studded with national parks — 20 of them — and runs through 11 provinces, paralleling the Andes mountains and traversing stretches of wild and windy, remote Patagonia.

One-way car rentals are prohibitively expensive, so if you’re doing the entire shebang, buying a used car and selling it at the end of the trip may be the way to go. Just make sure your ride is sturdy enough to chug across mountain passes including Abra del Acay, which, at 16,060 feet in elevation, is the highest road in the Americas.

Big number: 236 — the number of major bridge crossings on the route.

When to go: September to November; April to May

Fly into: Rio Gallegos, Argentina (RGL)

Karakoram Highway

Pakistan and China

Karakoram Highway covers 810 wildly high miles along an old Silk Road path.

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The KKH, as it’s called — or the eighth wonder of the world, depending on who you talk to — covers 810 wildly high, wildly scenic miles along an old Silk Road path from Abbottabad, Pakistan to Kashgar, in Xinjiang, China, crossing the Himalayas, the Karakoram, and the Hindu Kush.

The 20-year project was finished in 1979, but it’s not a polished modern route: many stretches are unpaved. Car rentals are rare. Many adventurous travelers get around the KKH via a patchwork of bus services, where you’ll hear an impressive array of languages spoken.

A word of warning: note your country’s travel advice to the region before planning a trip.

Big number: 15,397 — the number of feet above sea level of the Khunjerab Pass, the highest international border crossing in the world. It’s also the highest point on the Karakoram Highway.

When to go: May to October

Fly into: Islamabad, Pakistan (ISB)

North Yungas Road

Bolivia

North Yungas Road, sometimes referred to as “Death Road,” saw more than 200 deaths a year in the mid-1990s.

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If you’ve spent a night shooting the breeze in a hostel anytime in the last couple of decades speaking to backpackers who have “done” South America, you’ve likely heard of the “Death Road.”

The 40-mile Bolivian route became famous in the mid-1990s, when the road was responsible for more than 200 deaths a year.

North Yungas drops nearly 12,000 feet as it winds from La Paz to Coroico in Bolivia, much of it cliffside. In 2007, a safer new route was opened to automobile traffic, and the old Death Road is now relegated mostly to mountain bikes. To experience the still-deadly route (18 bikers have reportedly died since 1998), you can rent a cycle or join a tour through an operator like gravitybolivia.com.

Big number: 1,900 — the number of feet of sheer drop-off on some stretches of the Death Road.

When to go: April to November

Fly into: La Paz, Bolivia (LPB)

Million Dollar Highway

USA

Million Dollar Highway stetches across 82 miles in the rugged and remote southwest side of Colorado.

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US Route 550 is a ribbon of road that drapes over 82 miles of the San Juan Mountains, running past three 10,000-foot passes in the rugged and remote southwest side of Colorado.

The most memorable miles are the couple dozen between Ouray and Silverton, where the million-dollar views are as epic as the driving can be harrowing — limited guard rails and plenty of curves will have your passengers reaching for the grab handles.

Big number: 23 — the number of species of evergreens you’ll see on the roadside.

When to go: May to September

Fly into: Montrose, Colorado (MTJ)

Kahekili Highway

USA

Highway 340 gives you an intimate look at Maui’s North Shore.

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Traversing 20 treacherous miles of Maui’s North Shore from Kapalua to Wailuku, Highway 340 gives you an intimate look at the area’s countryside, the unique rainforests and the roiling sea below.

That is, if you can manage to take your eyes off the road. And you probably shouldn’t: Kahekili is barely more than a single lane wide. Blind curves and snaking pavement around cliffs and bridges demand full attention.

The reward is a hidden side of the Aloha State very few visitors get to see. If you come across another car, just remember that the inside traffic has the right of way.

Big number: 100 — the number of feet the Nakalele Blowhole, a natural geyser just off the Kahekili route, can shoot sea water into the air.

When to go: April to May; September to November

Fly into: Kahului, Hawaii (OGG)

Atlantic Ocean Road

Norway

At just over five miles long, this dramatic, windswept stretch of road is the shortest entry in our list.

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At just over five miles long, this dramatic, windswept stretch of road is the shortest entry in our list, but it’s a crown jewel anyone with a sense of automotive wanderlust shouldn’t miss.

Traversing an archipelago connecting the Norwegian town of Eide with the island of Averøy, the Atlantic Ocean Road ducks and bobs over 12 architecturally distinct bridges, which, depending on the time of year, you’ll find shrouded in mist or smacked by full-on waves. (Check your windshield wipers before departing.)

The project was originally drawn up as a railroad route and was finished as a motorway in 1989. It’s now a frequent backdrop for car commercials.

Big number: 12 — the number of hurricanes that hit the Atlantic Ocean Road during its construction.

When to go: May to June; September to October

Fly into: Oslo, Norway (OSL)

Jesse Will is a freelance writer based in Austin, Texas.

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Switzerland -- a snow-capped wonderland

Two Traveling Lanes

Szerland High There are few places I’ve visited that rival Switzerland in raw beauty and sheer wonder. Want to walk inside an ice cave with millions of sparkling ice crystals? How about cross a suspension bridge 10,000 feet above sea level and stare into the abyss below?

David and I shared a kiss at the top of the Schilthorn in Murren Surely you’d want to scramble up a waterfall inside a mountain to see and hear the roar of 5,000 gallons per second cascading into a bottomless pit mere feet in front of you? How about soaring in a rotating gondola high above snow-capped mountains, enjoying a 360-degree view as steep rock faces and deep crevasses open up below your feet? In just two weeks, we lived and breathed the beauty and culture of Switzerland, from the German-influenced regions in the north to the French and Italian regions west and south. While it truly was a feast for the eyes, we soaked up so much more than the country’s magical scenery in those short 14 days. Live like the Swiss

Ok, I was a little bit excited about reaching the top of this particular mountain. Being surrounded on all sides by incredible beauty is a bucket list moment, for sure. We learned to love cheese and muesli at breakfast, conversed with locals about American politics, marveled at the flowers in nearly every window and came to appreciate the transportation genius of the country. We felt like we belonged there, hopping easily on and off trains and navigating 10-syllable addresses with ease. We rode in swinging chair lifts, cable cars, gondolas, funiculars (railways that travel almost straight up), electric cog railways, trains, buses and one luxury bus. We soared past mountains of staggering heights, walked through alpine valleys thick with yellow globe flowers and smelled the crisp, fresh air in between. All the while, grasshoppers and cricked played their soulful melody, trumpeting the arrival of summer in a country more known for its winter wonderland than kelly green pastures. Use our two-week itinerary With a little advance planning and our fool-proof itinerary you, too, can feel like a part of Switzerland for two weeks, whether you choose to visit in the summer like us, or opt for skiing and snowshoeing in the winter. It’ll cost you a lot less than hiring a travel planner or tour company, too. If you have fewer days to visit, simply omit a stop or two. If we can do it, you can, too! We traveled to Switzerland in June 2016 with our youngest son and daughter, college students at the time. We told them it’d be our last big trip together as a family and started planning where we'd go. In a world full of possibilities, Switzerland got more nods than any other location for three big reasons: it’s overseas, vastly different from our Florida home and full of natural and man made attractions.

The views from our bus, traveling from Lugano to St. Moritz, were fabulous What’s not to like about snow in June? Indeed, our children were perhaps the only kids in their college classes that year to go sledding down a mountain near Europe's highest altitude railway. They were perhaps the only ones to walk along the sheer cliffs of a snowy mountain so high, it evoked a fear of heights in David. And our daughter was perhaps the only senior in her class to almost careen over the edge of the Alps on her foot scooter, causing major road rash but, thankfully, no broken bones or head trauma. But more about that late-vacation tragedy later. Download the train app The trip started uneventfully enough, with a long plane ride from Miami to Zurich and an earnest effort to learn the country's train system. David and I had planned the two-week odyssey on our own, using advice from a few well-known travel planners and many internet sites. We wanted to see the highlights of all regions of Switzerland so we booked six hotels in diverse areas, making sure to enjoy the German, French and Italian flavors of each sector.

One of many trains we rode during our two-week stay Though we saved money planning the trip ourselves, make no mistake: hotels and food in Switzerland are expensive, even by European standards. If you're not prepared to pay $25 for a modest restaurant meal, or shell out a few hundred dollars for an overnight hotel stay for four, don't bother going. Switzerland is an affluent country, and it expects you will be, too. Daughter Julie still recalls the shock of learning that Burger King at a Lucerne train station was selling hamburgers for nearly $10 apiece. Fries were extra. We downloaded a few smart phone apps detailing the country's train schedules, and used both for a few days before settling on a favorite. We liked SBB Mobile the most. It allowed us to put in a destination and be guided to the correct train station, rail platform and direction, along with showing us departure and arrival times. It took a few days but we finally got the hang of it -- with a little initial help from an employee at the Zurich train station. Three countries in one Switzerland doesn't have its own language, so each region's language and culture are influenced by its closest neighbor. We found it amusing to speak and read so many different languages in a single country. Stop signs and menus in Zurich (with a German influence) looked completely different from those in Lugano (inspired by Italy), both of which were unrecognizable in some areas of Bern (French). Most of them spoke fluent English, so communication was rarely a problem. One thing all areas had in common was the price of things. All prices were listed as CHF, or Swiss francs. Lucky for us, 1 CHF is roughly equal to $1, so we didn't have to do any math to convert to US dollars.

Since we planned to rely solely on public transportation and forego a car rental, we bought two-week Swiss Travel passes online and booked hotels, in advance, within walking distance of train stations. Hotels near train stations We found this information online and used booking.com to secure our reservations. The rail passes gave us unlimited rides on all trains except those to unique tourist attractions like Jungfraujoch Top of Europe, the highest altitude railway in Europe, and the Gornergrat in Zermatt. It offered discounts on those. Although we'd done our research thoroughly, there was always a little trepidation each time we stepped off a train, luggage-bound, headed toward a new hotel. Was it truly where we thought, or would we discover it's nowhere to be found? Luckily, we discovered all six hotels were indeed within walking distance of a train stop. We used Google maps on our smart phones to find the hotels and other attractions, although the language barrier and extremely long German names made it challenging at times. Packing light is key One time we had to find a hotel in the rain, making for some soggy luggage once we arrived. We packed only one carry-on bag each because we knew it'd be a chore to lug large suitcases from train to hotel each time. To manage our limited space, we took advantage of washing machines in hotels that had them and handled the 50-degree temperature difference between Lugano and Zurich just fine.

Motorcyclists gathered on the street of Appenzell After a night in Zurich getting our bearings, we took a train to St. Gallen and checked into Idyllhotel Appenzellerhof. It reminded me of a large, older home and was oozing with charm and friendly employees. I loved how Swiss German speech sounded like a song, with the notes and words rising and falling in a beautiful melody. We also savored with the food here, especially the traditional Swiss breakfasts. Many of our hotels offered breakfast buffets much more substantial than their American counterparts. There was usually a wide variety of hard-crusted bread, rolls and croissants with various jams and honey, muesli with fresh fruit and yogurt, potato fritters, a wide selection of cheeses and cold cuts and cereal along with juices, coffee, tea and milk. Appenzell is feast for the eyes After settling into our two-room suite we took a train to the nearby village of Appenzell, a quaint, car-free town with beautiful streets and a myriad of small

Gravesites were meticulously groomed and covered in flowers stores and boutiques. Geraniums, petunias and daisies bloomed everywhere, from window boxes of homes and stores to planters in train stations, roundabouts, bridges and cemeteries. We were especially impressed by the colorful grave sites. Awash in a sea of red, yellow and purple posies, each one looked like it could have graced the cover of a home and garden magazine. The facades of the German-inspired buildings at Appenzell are decorated with colorful paintings, making them all the more whimsical and fascinating. It was here that we got our first taste of authentic wiener schnitzel and Swiss sausages, many of which are white. It was a startling sight at first, but the unique taste and smooth texture of the St. Galler bratwurst won me over. Made of veal, pork, milk and spices, including sweet cardamom, the white bratwurst has been a staple in Switzerland since the 1400s. Of course, what better way to wash down a good sausage than local beer? We toured a small museum at the Appenzeller "Bier" brewery and enjoyed several samples of the ale. Jonathan was a month shy of his 21st birthday but was excited to learn Switzerland's minimum drinking age for beer is a mere 16. He arrived five years too late, by his estimation. Watch out for bubbly water One customary drink I never learned to swallow was carbonated water in bottles. It was hard to discern which bottles contained carbonated or "still" water, as they called it, so we mostly avoided bottled water as a result.

Overlooking the Chapel Bridge in Lucerne We bid farewell to the beautiful Appenzell region after a few days and headed south toward Lucerne, a city David and I had visited in 1989 as part

The streets around our hotel in Malters, near Lucerne of a three-week tour of Europe. It was fun to revisit such famous places as the Chapel Bridge and Lion Monument, and to soak up the rich architecture and vibe of this historic city. We noticed that thousands of people had written or carved their names into the wooden hand railing at Chapel Bridge, We stayed a few miles outside town at Hotel Kreuz, near the Malters train station. It was a large,

Swans are everywhere in Lucerne Bavarian-style hotel with homey furnishings and a window view of an extraordinary church steeple. We rose early the second day to get in a full day at Mount Titlis, the highest peak in the region and home to a glacial paradise with thrilling cable car rides, a zip line, ice cave and suspension bridge between two peaks. Into a snowstorm

Deep inside a tunnel that goes through the solid ice glacier there was a plant visible that must be thousands of years old. It took about an hour via train to get from Lucerne to Mount Titlis, and once there we were whisked about halfway to the top in a small cable car just perfect for our family of four. Although the weather was partly overcast and drizzling, we had several clear views as we floated up the mountainside. About halfway up, we got off the small cable car and got inside a much larger, rotating gondola for the final ride to the top. Once there, we walked outside onto the glacier and into the middle of a massive

The views from the top of Mount Titlis were breathtaking. snowstorm! It was snowing so hard we couldn't see much of the distant scenery, but it was gorgeous staring down into the crevasses below while snowflakes danced around us.

Keeping a close eye on the snow We'd read about the dramatic temperature changes at Titlis and were prepared with coats, hats and gloves. After playing in the snow until our toes and fingers froze, we sought refuge inside with a cup of hot chocolate. Once warmed, we made our way to a lower level and the ice cave, its sparkling crystals and ice sculptures illuminated by soothing blue light. We opted not to ride the zip line or walk across the suspension bridge because the snow had wiped out visibility by then. We played in the snow some more and had lunch in the mountain top cafeteria before heading back for another scenic ride in a cable car. Read the full article

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Calling Swiss dog owners!

Anyone?

I’m about to apply for a post-doc in Switzerland, but I know they have complicated dog laws. And Mango is a rottweiler with a docked tail. So I want to be sure I am going to be able to import her to Switzerland before I apply, because I’m not leaving her behind!

So far I have managed to work out from the Swiss Customs website:

Rottweilers are banned in Geneva, which is fine, the job is in Zurich

Rottweilers are not on the ‘high risk’ dog list in Zurich (but I’m prepared for the fact that at some point they could be, which would mean she had to be muzzled at all times, not a big deal as I muzzle her often anyway)

Docked dogs can only be imported if you already own them (check) and are moving your location to Switzerland (proved by a job contract, so also check)

BUT, it also kind of says that it is up to customs officers to decide if you can import them. I think that just means that you fulfil the requirements for importing your household goods without duty (owned for more than 6 months, and relocating to Switzerland, and not going to sell them), but if anyone has any more information or can point me in the direction of where to find the information that would be great.

They follow the EU passport scheme (and we do right now too), so we’ve done that before and that’s fine.

Things I’m still fuzzy on:

Each individual province has it’s own dog laws, but I can’t find the documents, if anyone can point me too them

Transporting dogs in car, train, or plane, means they have to comply with regulations, but I can’t find said regulations. And if it means a crate I’m going to need a bigger car!

I haven’t actually applied yet, so I don’t know if this is actually going to be a thing or not. But information is good!

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Lifestyle changes will have to affect everyone

Philip Stephens is right to point to the large swath of voters who can be expected to oppose policies to curb climate change that are imposed without regard to distributional equity (January 24). People who enjoy cheap holiday flights once or twice a year will not willingly forgo those flights, or bear a big increase in taxes on them, if wealthy people can still jet around the world in private planes. People who enjoy steak and chips will not happily allow such meals to become the preserve of the rich. People in modest homes will not willingly bear the cost of scrapping gas boilers when they already pay a big portion of their incomes on fuel. People who rely on old diesel or petrol-driven cars will not trade them in while others hold on to their gas-guzzling SUVs. The only way people on modest incomes will be prepared to give up their modest pleasures like cheap flights is if they see the world’s superrich giving up their luxuries such as private yachts and planes which inflict proportionately much greater damage. As the wartime slogan had it — “fair shares for all”. Changes in lifestyle to protect the environment are going to have to affect everyone if they are to win the consent of everyone. Michael Williams Letchworth Garden City, Herts, UK We understand that Steve Mnuchin, the US Treasury secretary, would listen to Greta Thunberg on the subject of climate change should she have a degree in economics (report, FT.com, January 23). We will listen to Mr Mnuchin on the same subject when he has a degree in physics, and the humility to recognise the scientific limits of our understanding of climatic phenomena and the influence of them on our world. Our lack of understanding has no influence on physics of gravity, wind, water, temperature, fire. But these things have great influence on life on earth. Hermine Makman Walnut Creek, CA, US Teach future workers how to cope with tomorrow Miranda Wolpert (“Stop throwing money at mindfulness apps and yoga”, January 24) rightly raises the issue of workplace wellbeing initiatives and their outcomes. But having acknowledged the problem, she misses the solution — education and training. Factories and offices have long understood the need for vocational skills and qualifications to ensure the right people are selected for the right jobs. But why not for mental wellbeing? Our corporate response today is more like the 21st century equivalent of installing coffee machines. It needn’t be so. The UK government requires all schools to teach physical and mental health by the end of this year. We have the opportunity now to introduce a progressive and lasting curriculum that can educate the workers of the future to cope with tomorrow. Too often we leave it to “drop-in” solutions, latestage counselling and flag-waving. A qualified lawyer builds his or her skills over time, through schooling and higher education. We should treat mental wellbeing in the same way and start in the classroom rather than the office. Perhaps Wellcome can help here too? Kevin Corrigan iSpace Wellbeing, Uckfield, E Sussex, UK Greater Manchester has benefited from the BBC It’s not for me to comment on the current debate about levelling up the UK economy and moving institutions and jobs out of London, but I would like to challenge the assertion the BBC’s move to Salford had “little impact on the region”. (“How to move the public sector out of London”, editorial, January 23). This is something claimed in a Centre for Cities report published in 2017. At the time, that report from the Londonbased think-tank was met by astonishment from anyone based here in the north-west of England. The Mayor of Salford, the Greater Manchester Combined Authority, and countless academics, business figures and industry experts queued up to question it. Every other independent assessment of the move to Salford has recognised the considerable benefits the BBC brought not just to the city but to the wider economy of Greater Manchester and the north-west. The number of BBC employees in Salford has now grown to 4,000 and we’ve just announced plans to expand our presence further. Our move was the catalyst for the development of MediaCityUK, which has provided thousands of jobs and pumped millions of pounds into the regional economy. We’re proud of our successful site in Salford and the significant benefits it has brought to the region. Helen Thomas Director, BBC England, Salford, UK Make internet end-users pay the digital tax The current discussion about digital taxation centres on the profits of tech giants. While understandable, this will lead to very little. Would it not be better by far to tax internet usage by end-users? This would create a more level paying field for digital and nondigital commercial activities (think Amazon/Zalando versus bricks-andmortar retailers) and limit the social cost of disruption. It would also help to curb the excessive internet usage that is a major societal problem in itself. Business models such as YouTube might be in real trouble. Just imagine how much less children and teenagers would use such services if it was going to cost them a meaningful amount of money. Anton Traxler Zurich, Switzerland Don’t worry unduly about debt being ‘shunned’ In your Big Read article “Meet the new bond kings” (January 23) you note the possibility that smaller companies might see their debt shunned due its being infrequently traded. Prior to Big Bang, many jobbers on the London Stock Exchange would deal only in round numbers of equities. Brokers with, say, 1,074 shares to sell would dispose of 1,000 at the keenest price and the remaining 74 with the odd-lotters. These people would quote a wider spread and presumably sold them on at the keener price as and when they accumulated round numbers of shares. So, don’t worry too much about less frequently traded debt being shunned. As Yorkshiremen say, where there’s muck, there’s brass.