Our ladies returned safely to their room. The old lady emptied her large purse of the several pounds of small flint rocks and other geological paraphanalia she had collected during the walk. The fat lady, a chip off the old block, but always travelling lighter, emptied her pockets and small camera bag of similar rocks. She started to worry about just how she would get these through customs, but caught herself and employed her favorite (non-Beatle) movie line:
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