Seventy years ago I read the words Funicular Railway in an article about Switzerland. Crazy, but I remember that., Today I experienced my first ever funicular railway, a rickety little tram that takes you straight up a bluff.
I am not a sailor...
I am not a sailor. I can ride a horse for weeks on end, but waves? Not really. I wear acupressure bands and pop an occasional Dramamine. I do not stagger like a drunk, I’m walking a straight line and the boat is staggering under me. There’s a difference. But so far, praise His holy name, I have not been really uncomfortable, let alone green.