In which I stay quiet about the places I’ve been
It may be my European location, and certainly due to my NY family, but I have been lucky to travel a lot. I’ve gone on about New York and China and the culture of travelling but never talked about all the other places I’ve been. I’ve learnt from experience that if you are lucky enough to be able to travel it is rare that you are lucky enough to find people who want to hear about it.
Maybe it’s more to do with me, or the people I’ve known, or that going somewhere exotic is a cause for jealousy. Here’s the thing, I don’t smoke, I rarely go out, don’t have debts I’m paying off, an affordable mortgage, worked hard to get a good job and save my money. This means I have savings and the means to go away, and away far.
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In which I’m leaving on a Jet Plane and hope I’ll be landed soon.
Why is it that all the amazing places I want to go to require a flight? Aside from the obvious costs of getting anywhere I never find the journey (according to some sayings the best part of getting somewhere) particularly fun.
I’m not scared of flying by any means I just don’t prefer it to other methods of transport. Unfortunately as there is no trans-Atlantic railway I have little option but to strap myself in a metal tube for a few hours and endure the feeling of helplessness that accompanies it.
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In which I travel down the Nile trying to avoid the locals.
When I was young I wanted to be Indiana Jones, something about the life of an adventuring archaeologist really struck a chord with me. I mean who wouldn’t want to run through ancient ruins wearing a cool hat and being able to use a whip? It seemed just the life for me other than having to be outdoors a lot, getting dirty and being in peril. Still when I grew up one career path I thought about was an Egyptologist.
It’s one of those very specific careers where other than writing hieroglyphics for tourists you have to work in a museum environment so I gave it up to go and do something that would allow me to go to Egypt and see all the sights but most importantly get to do it from an air conditioned coach. So going to Luxor for New Years was very exciting, and one of the most disappointing trips I have ever been on.
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In which I look to travel some when nice.
I’ve been extremely lucky to travel to most corners of the world, especially in the Northern hemisphere (the closest I have come to crossing the equator is The Maldives. Thinking about where I still want to go is a short list (New Zealand and Brazil) but there are still places I have been that I would like to go to some other time.
Literally, some other time. I have been able to visit some of the greatest cities on Earth but I was less than impressed with them. If I had the chance to revisit them I would love to see them at a different time, perhaps during a period that shows of their quality.
As usual, in no particular order, here is my temporal travel list.
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In which the humble train elicits an ode to it’s awfulness.
I start this standing on a cold platform just outside Coventry waiting with my fellow passengers for an already crowded train. In the proverbial choice I’m in the hard place.
For the past few days I’ve been able to work from the kitchen table while in keep an eye on a poorly Mrs G, the commute downstairs was stress bare but now I’m back to joining the hordes. I know this isn’t fun because I look up and can see ten faces and none of them are smiling.
Yet we all throw ourselves onto the 0714, and it is not devoid of moments of beauty.
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I like cruising around the Med
A poem by Geek Ergo Sum aged 37 and 3/20ths – written in semi rhyming free prose (and done on the train so no guarantees on the quality) and inspired by both a map of the Mediterranean and two weeks spent on a boat
I like cruising around the Med,
I can do it from my bed,
You get to go on a great big ship,
The waves go up and then they dip.
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