Jeeves, the Chauffeur

Once again Mr. Smiles would be handling all the driving on this sojourn through 5 Central European countries. Our driver started working on this trip back in February and had booked, cancelled, rebooked, re-arranged and changed the itinerary with more frequency than he changed his undies. For someone that is normally rather unorganized, Jeeves had pretty well charted the course of every single minute of every single day of this upcoming jaunt. This was due in no small part to the fact that we were about to venture into totally unknown realms behind what was once known as "The Iron Curtain". The one thing he (me) didn't factor into the equation was the fact that he would fall off the loading dock at work a week before departure. Initially fearing that I had broken my foot, I made a big production out of limping into the emergency room where X-rays revealed that the Big Baby had merely bruised his heel. After resting the offending appendage for three work days, I was cleared for departure. Throughout the course of the vacation I felt very little discomfort walking but driving more than half an hour became an agony.