The Beastie family have been on holiday. To get there, we got a train, then another train, then a bus, then a trolley bus through a mountain, then a funicular. After that, we walked across a dam, then got a cable car, then another bus through another mountain, then a flight on the back of a unicorn and finally, we arrived here. Wearing these. And saw this.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Snow in August
Posted by Timorous Beastie at 4:46 AM
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*sings* Funicular funicula, funicular funiculaaaaaaaaaah!
Beautiful photos! Is that on Mt. Fugi? And what is a funicular?
Err, go easy on the pschyotropic drugs, Bitch. It's not mount Fuji. It's Mount Oyama, which means Mount Honourable Mountain. A funicular is what you guys call either a rope way or a cable car. For Brits, a cable car dangles from a rope, while a funicular goes on tracks up a hill. We don't know what a ropeway is.
Or a gondola. Which, to us Brits, is a place where you eat Cornetto with Pavarotti.
ooh, i dont' like the dangly ropey ones. they make me nervous. i could deal with tracks on a hillside; much more civilized.
(ps. there's a song from an Italian opera called "Funiculi funicula," in case you were wondering where that particular psychotic episode came from.)
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