The Wrong Shade of Yellow

De: Margaret Eleanor Leigh

Narrado por: Pippa Rathborne

I was middle-aged and homeless, soon to be penniless, and really and truly no different from that bag lady sitting on the bench over there. I couldn't jack it in and go home, because I didn't have a home to go to anymore. The bicycle and the tent were now home. Wherever I found myself on any given night was now home. And that meant, for tonight, Genoa Piazza Principe Railway Station was home.

I was cycling across Europe in search of Utopia, a place I believed was located somewhere in Greece. When I found it, I would start a new life there. It was my big, fat, Greek midlife crisis. But now I was having a crisis within a crisis. What on Earth had I been thinking?

©2014 Margaret Eleanor Leigh (P)2015 Margaret Eleanor Leigh

Another lady, another bike

I like travel writing but this missed the mark a bit. I like hearing about the scenery , places, foods, highs and lows of the trip. This was like a balloon with part of the air missing. The story wasn't bad, but it lacked pizzazz.
Just another story about a lady riding a bike and pitching a tent.
Narrator did an ok job but , again , you need to have a good story to get higher star ratings.