The Return
I am back :)
I was goned away, briefly and impulsively and now i have returned leaner and browner than when i went away, possibly due to fact of walking an average of 4-5 miles a day and subsisting on fairly low amounts of food.
Adventures were had and the sea was dipped into, and trains were survived.
Achievements:
*Managing to not fall off bunk despite lurching of train and said bunk being only slightly wider than myself. (Probably managed to stay on by some throwback cling instinct left over from ape-like ancestors).
* Managing to climb onto already mentioned bunk with the use of only optimism and rickety ladder.
*Managing to not engage in genocidal behaviour towards the 6 loudly chattering Chinese persons in the next compartment.
And on a similar yet separate note:
I have a fairly elaborate hierarchy of night (and day) mares.
The old favourites are: Dreams of fire and burning; Dreams where I am trapped and cannot escape horrible fates. Dreams of being chased and my legs are too heavy for me to run properly. Dreams of being lost in a strange city and not being able to work out my way or speak the language to ask for directions.
Then there is:
*Filling in tax forms
*Dentist's drills
*Dealings with any administration/bureacracy/civil servants (hah! oxymoron if i ever heard one) in employ of the Serb & Montenegran governments.
*Travel on the Central line.
And the most recent official additions to the list are:
*Trip to toilet on any Eastern European train (generally undertaken only in circumstances of direst need) including the separate sub-mare of a Quest to Find Soap.
I was goned away, briefly and impulsively and now i have returned leaner and browner than when i went away, possibly due to fact of walking an average of 4-5 miles a day and subsisting on fairly low amounts of food.
Adventures were had and the sea was dipped into, and trains were survived.
Achievements:
*Managing to not fall off bunk despite lurching of train and said bunk being only slightly wider than myself. (Probably managed to stay on by some throwback cling instinct left over from ape-like ancestors).
* Managing to climb onto already mentioned bunk with the use of only optimism and rickety ladder.
*Managing to not engage in genocidal behaviour towards the 6 loudly chattering Chinese persons in the next compartment.
And on a similar yet separate note:
I have a fairly elaborate hierarchy of night (and day) mares.
The old favourites are: Dreams of fire and burning; Dreams where I am trapped and cannot escape horrible fates. Dreams of being chased and my legs are too heavy for me to run properly. Dreams of being lost in a strange city and not being able to work out my way or speak the language to ask for directions.
Then there is:
*Filling in tax forms
*Dentist's drills
*Dealings with any administration/bureacracy/civil servants (hah! oxymoron if i ever heard one) in employ of the Serb & Montenegran governments.
*Travel on the Central line.
And the most recent official additions to the list are:
*Trip to toilet on any Eastern European train (generally undertaken only in circumstances of direst need) including the separate sub-mare of a Quest to Find Soap.