Travels

I caught a skin infection of some sort in Asia. I think it was Asia. Definitely India and possibly Egypt (Africa, I know).  It's hardly noticeable on my face but my forehead has scab-like dots all over.

So now what? What now, in a town where the weather drops twenty degrees at night? Where a fat girl with purple hair walks by a desolate guy who may or may not be homeless strolling along with a backpack on his shoulders in front of a pink house...

I keep dreaming about this idea. I had it in Zhongdian, where we were so close to Tibet and a couple of days away from Kashgar, the beginning of the Road.  I had it in Turkey, at the other end, the eastern gate of the trail.

I 'borrowed' Candice's camera often during the travel stint and have just downloaded some of the photos that I liked. It was fun while it lasted!

October 2006.  YupNo and I wandered around the old walled town of Antalya and stumbled onto a shaded square with a couple of tables and a few women sitting around benches chatting.  Let's stop for a coffee, she said.  Ok, I said.  Wearied legs whimpered their cases and

Gustave at the age of 28 goes through exactly what I'm going through... it's comforting in a sort of masochistic way, but then again .. anyone else sick of doing what you're supposed to be doing?