DAY 12 THE ISLE OF UNION.....A Fistful Of Selfie Stick

The ferry from the Eastern Isles pulled into the port with the usual cacophony, hustle bustle and colourful hawkingat its arrival. The four travellers joined the queue for disembarkation trying unsuccessfully to blend in with the surroundings. How could they in this dark skinned Western Isle of Union? Only one of the four could do so and her spoken word would certainly give her falsehood away at the first greeting. The heat, even at this time of the day was intense, close and without breath. The four, destined for Kings Landing, were soon out upon the jetty, weaving past the boxes of fresh produce and other cargo being unloaded from their vessel by noisy islanders. The cargo was soon loaded on barrows and onto the back of trucks and driven away into the town leaving them, alone standing on the jetty.

The two Sellswords were the first to make a move ahead, Sers Mosedale and  Melinski moving ahead of their companions, Lord and Lady Scales, she of the darker skin yet unable to remain anonymous in this the latest Isle of their travels. They all soon were upon the town street which would lead them to Kings Landing. But which way? They had expected better. They had imagined Kings Landing as a grand place, towering above the colourful yet simple dwellings that were beneath it. But not so. Neglecting their duties, the Sellswords, still gawping about the place, made no attempt to ascertain the direction of travel. This duty was left to Ser Scales, none to pleased at their dereliction of duty. Shamefaced they followed their two betters up the colourful street past bars and eateries, with music promised at each on multicolour chalk board.

Before long they were approached by a stranger in even stranger garb, a chimney like hat, red yellow and green in colour, perched precariously on his dreadlocked head. Ser Scales tightened his grip on his selfie stick at the sight of him, watching carefully for the opportunity to draw it from its hiding place. The fellow melted away into the interested crowd before he had time to use it as the four made their way up the Main Street.

Before long sight of double story buildings with painted galvanised roofs, brought hope and awe to the hearts of the travellers. Surely this must be the place which they sought. The Kings Landing of both legend and Trip Advisor. A left turn was made and there before them it was indeed, magnificent and...........well no.......... as Ser Melin at that moment commented.....'looks like Hotel Bastardo,..........smells like Hotel Bastardo...........,it is Hotel Bastardo!' And so it proved.....