Two Pints of Double Diamond and A Prawn Cocktail
Nina started to count on her fingers.
"I'd have to check, but there is something like 150 independent states on this planet at the moment," she said. "Before you count the various colonial territories still out there."
Gillian arrived at this point and sat down.
"The M4 is awful, isn't it?" Desmond said. "I'm looking forward them actually building a motorway around London so there's less of the through traffic to deal with. Although Nina thinks it will just attract even more of it."
"Yes. We can have that and many other discussions on our long drive ahead," Nina replied, then resumed her discussion.
"I think I've done around 55 to 60 countries. All of Europe that's not in the Eastern bloc, most of Southern Asia, a fair chunk of the Middle East and parts of North Africa. Looking to do Kenya and Tanzania next autumn once this is done.
I went to Israel last year... and forgot the issues that an Israel stamp can cause for being let into some countries. Getting told at Cairo Airport that I couldn't enter Egypt was a bit embarrassing...
Now, in the Common Market as you guys call it, they generally don't stamp my passport unless I ask... so, during our trip down to Greece in the spring, I made sure that I got stamps at every frontier... and took several day trips to France after we were done."
Desmond added.
"Nina's a bit reluctant to go across the Iron Curtain, so I tend to handle the excursions to that part of Europe. Russia? Positive nightmare to drive across..."
Nina laughed as the waiter came over with Gillian's Skol and her prawn cocktail.
Desmond continued, now very much into the swing of an anecdote he had told quite a few times.
"Especially when your Intourist guide can't read a map to save her life... and almost gets the whole party shot..."
He launched into the story.
"So, a bunch of Marxist students are on this trip... I'm happy to take their money myself... and our guide, who I swear was KGB, decides we're going to visit a collective farm near Minsk... Fair enough, so I let her navigate to this place."
He picked up the salt shaker.
"So, we're driving down what is basically a glorified dirt track when all of a sudden, we turn a corner and I'm looking directly at a nuclear missile, along with a bunch of rather scary looking soldiers..."
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