So it’s been a long trip.¬†3 continents and 100 hours of travelling. I love the destinations but I now hate the travel bit. Odd really because in most everything else I do it’s the whole journey bit that liberates the creativity in me.
That suggests that the travel journey lacks some vital ingredients these days.
1. The generosity of those around you disappears when travelling. It seems everyone is totally just out for themselves.
2. The lack of contact – eye, mind, spirit and emotion. “Don’t come close to me! I will maim you.”
3. The idea that it has been designed to work. Like at all. The whole place, space, system and experience is not designed for humans.
4. Lack of valuable information. It seems that unless you are a professional detective then you had better just be lucky. If anything goes wrong the likelihood is that you won’t know about it until you arrive in the worng place and without your luggage.
5. The space and time to think quietly. The whole idea of travelling seems to come with an acoustic hell all it’s own.
6. The assumption that I’m permanently shopping. While it may seem like it – I’m not – so please get all this dreadful tack out of my way. I’m not a ‘thing’ to be sucked dry by your samey bland rubbish at every turn.