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Day 3: 

 On the morning of my first full day in Tristolaria, I looked out of the bedroom window after a relaxing night's sleep, and saw a garden which almost exclusively consisted of moss. There were a few ferns here and there and the odd dead tree trunk in the distance, which of course were covered in moss like all the walls and other features which lay before me, giving the impression of green waves in a green sea. Where moss wasn't growing, there were lichens and liverworts and hornworts.

The whole landscape was a glorious mixture of green, green and bluey-green; punctuated only very rarely with reds and oranges. Glorious in their complementary nature.

I eventually reached the bank and managed to change my high value ( old and reviled) currency for a selection of notes in more useful denominations. I include here a glimpse of these notes. It would appear that the notes were redesigned after the fiasco, and the tradition of using portraits of prominent Tristolarians was discontinued. The main image was now one of the local bird life. This was quite important in Tristolaria, there were no animals to speak of and the off-shore and local flocks of birds were a major, if secondary source of food and other essentials. It was drizzling, just another day in Tristolaria, and the forecast was for rain, drizzle and heavy showers. Following my ablutions, I went down to a breakfast of mossy toast and jam (don't ask!) followed by a bacon mossy sandwhich and something the landlady, bless her heart, called moffee.

I eventually reached the bank and managed to change my high value ( old and reviled) currency for a selection of notes in more useful denominations. I include here a glimpse of these notes. It would appear that the notes were redesigned after the fiasco, and the tradition of using portraits of prominent Tristolarians was discontinued. The main image was now one of the local bird life. This was quite important in Tristolaria, there were no animals to speak of and the off-shore and local flocks of birds were a major, if secondary source of food and other essentials.

Upon stating a requirement to exchange some of my 237 bryta notes, she kindly directed me to the nearest branch of the Royal Bank In passing she did mention that these notes were not in common use because of the so-called fiasco caused by a certain Mr A T Zalekiat, a previous Chief Minister at the treasury, when he decided to design two notes including the 237 bryta note in order to take revenge on his wife. Of course, there was a different story from his wife but I don't intend to include tittle tattle in this serious travel journal.

There was actually no royalty in the dominion of Tristolaria, but the bank along with a number of other institutions had retained its title, for the sake of tradition. In fact, not only was there no royalty but little in the way of government officers any longer. There was at one time a distinct lack of funds to pay for such un-necessary frippery and as very little changed on a day-to-day basis in Tristolaria, life simply carried on as it had for centuries There was little need for new rules and regulations or laws which after all only caused problems when they were not upheld. There was no crime in Tristolaria, because people made up their own rules simply to get by on a daily basis. A very phlegmatic population, were the Tritolarians.

I eventually reached the bank and managed to change my high value ( old and reviled) currency for a selection of notes in more useful denominations. I include here a glimpse of these notes. It would appear that the notes were redesigned after the fiasco, and the tradition of using portraits of prominent Tristolarians was discontinued. The main image was now one of the local bird life. This was quite important in Tristolaria, there were no animals to speak of and the off-shore and local flocks of birds were a major, if secondary source of food and other essentials.

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