Every day that passed with her was like watching sap slowly drip down a tree and I'd count the minutes until we were relieved of being in her company. "I'm very anxious" she would tell anyone and everyone, perhaps as an explanation as to why she wouldn't stop talking. "He is rather good looking." she said before leaning in "well for an _ethnic _you know." curling her lip slightly. My favourite personal interaction was when we were in a car and she turned to me after regarding our guide as if he were some specimen under a microscope. She called the car to "stop immediately!" and flung herself out of the car and then chased down this poor woman who was walking through her village snapping photographs of her and "yoohoo!-ing" for her to turn around. This was just after she refused to remove her shoes when stepping inside a Buddhist temple and also some time after she requested that someone get her some opium to try. Later on she found herself in a "charming" village where she spotted a woman in colourful national dress. Refused to pay his bill saying that she didn't need his help after all and went on her way leaving a trail of apologetic people aka the escorts behind her. Lady Livinia spent an hour with a medical consultant and after her session was up she thanked him for his time, She left a trail of destruction of social gaffes and ignorance in her path. Not one person was safe from her sharp tongue and vicious asides delivered with a benign yet slightly menacing smile. When introduced to our group of six, she smiled and shook our hands and proclaimed "Oh I won't remember a single on of your names!" which was probably true but didn't require an announcement. so she insisted that she were treated as rather special. Forster novel and half the time when I was in her company, I would bend down under tables to look for a camera. My nickname for her was Lady Livinia because quite frankly she spoke like she came straight out of an E.M. We were told that she was joining our group of Australian travel writers for the next few days. At times, I seem to attract or at least encounter some truly unique people. Once upon some time ago, I met a travel writer on an overseas trip.
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