The Fabulous Life of Ponteuf

Riding the Southbound Train

Ponteuf has not put away his passport, but he has changed home addresses - from California to Tennessee. His, and our, adjustment to life in the South, plus photos and thoughts from our continued travels, can be found at:

Southbound Train

Ponteuf Hates Me

I think I’ve got a problem
I think I’m in a fix
Ponteuf keeps going missing
He’s really playing tricks.

First in the Frankfurt airport
Awful, what a scare
He was chatting with the gate agent
At least I found him there.

Now we’re here in Turkey
And he’s left me once again
The waiter returned him to me
I’m upset, I won’t pretend.

I think he’s feeling vengeful
I do have to admit
During the safari
I left him in the bag quite a bit.

I told him of the danger
To a lion he’d be a treat
But he ignored my excuses
I’m afraid the solution isn’t neat.

I must watch him much more closely
And take him out at will
Then I must keep hoping
That he’ll stop being such a pill.

Where does he get these ideas
It’s really very rich
But when I question his motives
He just goes scritch scritch scritch.

Tomorrow I’ll take him to the ruins
And take photos of him there
Then I’ll cross my fingers
And hope he knows I really care.

What's this all about anyway?

This weblog will track our 3 months of round the world travels from Los Angeles to London to South Africa to Safari in Tanzania to Vienna then to Turkey and on to Italy and Morocco to Egypt to China to Tibet to Japan to Hong Kong on to Bangkok and Cambodia, a quick stop in Sydney and a drive through New Zealand, finally wrapping up in Austria.  If you're reading this now, we've just put the weblog up and announced it to our friends.  Watch this space for photos, updates and adventures; many (OK, most) featuring Ponteuf . . . the armadillo handbag.

Who is Ponteuf?

You're probably wondering who this Ponteuf character is anyway, well wait no longer.  This post, when filled out completely will give you the lowdown on the nefarious Ponteuf.