Well, this song by Led Zep captures it well.
It's been a while since I have written. I am quite miffed at myself. However, as my analyst Manic Mom pointed out, travel is my catalyst. So I hope to be sharing my pearls of wisdom. The rest of the year is rife with travel. Between pleasure and business, I reckon at least 5-6 countries, 3 of those new to me, and 2 of those fairly off the beaten path.
I used to (seriously) take notes on my Blackberry, because a sign at the airport, a momentary scene by the streetside or some such small thing is all it takes to weave a little story. But often I forget to hold that in my head, which when I donate it to science, will reveal ultra-modern "collander" technology. It is the cusp of evolution, trust me. Made straight for the TV age.
Anyway, this time as I dodge flash floods and hirsute mean and women by the Caucacus, and Hispanic hustlers, and that cute accent of Hong Kong, I promise to carry a mini-notepad to scribble down the immediate, incongruous, insane and insightful response. My first French post actually started with a series of signs at Charles de Gaulle airport.
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