I Came, I Saw, I Suffered Immensely
There’s a lot of ways to travel these days.
I just can’t keep up with all the different types of tourism and all the neologisms people have invented to describe things that are amply covered by existing words. (Take the arrival of “gocation”, the opposite of “staycation”. That one hurt).
However, I keep my ear to the ground.
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The really great thing about embarking on a career (travel-writing) that you are supremely underqualified for (untravelled, misanthropic, irreverent view on the world, fear of flying, fear of knowledge etc.) is that every Foreign Person is truly an adventure to know.
Not only are they a new person to learn all about, which is always fun – they’re Foreign as well. This is like your birthday occuring on Christmas Day, except in a world where instead of lumping your presents together and ignoring your disappointment, your friends and loved ones decide to have two parties.
Foreign People are just like two parties – two rounds of gifts, and two enormous piles of cake.
This goes some way to explaining the amount of food I ate this weekend, when a Canadian friend came to visit.
Yesterday, I wandered into a visual FOR-NEXT loop.
It’s not a kind of roundabout. It’s also not a trap made by nimble-fingered Boy Scouts (although it is a kind of snare, shaped exactly like your brain).
It’s much more dangerous than that.
