Here I am sitting at a bar and it suddenly hits me - I have to think really hard just where exactly I am. And this, *before* I have had a sip, let along getting wasted, on booze, as I did a couple of weeks ago, an event written into the annals of the Black Hole Chronicles.
No, here I am at the hotel bar and I had, for several seconds, no idea where I was. The barkeeper was speaking Hindi with his staff, so it can't be the South of India. Slowly I traced my weekend travel to Mumbai, where I am.
You'd think I'm gonna rail about booze. No, I'm gonna rail about the fun getting squeezed right out of life with all this business travel. Every hotel is the same, an every fake Irish pub samer. And the soul wrenching monotony and solitude.
I gotta get my riding breeches, find my goarherdess and go back to Mongolia. Sigh.
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