“That day, I really believed that I had grasped something and that henceforth my life would be changed. But insights cannot be held for ever. Like water, the world ripples across you and for a while you take on its colours. Then it recedes, and leaves you face to face with the void you carry […]
Archives for August 2014
Las Vegas Turnaround
August 30, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“Sara’s off on a turnaround. Flying gambling fools to the holy land, Las Vegas. Sometimes she’s home, and sometimes she can’t be found, turnaround” – Hall & Oates (Las Vegas Turnaround – The Stewardess Song)
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No Amount Of Wet-Wiping Could Bring True Hygiene
August 29, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“One senses that, in these conditions, no amount of wet-wiping could bring true hygiene” – Tahir Shah
I Like To Travel
August 28, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“I never subscribe to the stay-at-home policy. I’m not sick of the road or sick of eating in good restaurants around the country. I like to travel” – Levon Helm
“To Go Far, Go Together
August 27, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together” – African Proverb
Travel Is More Valuable
August 26, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“To me, travel is more valuable than any stupid piece of bling money can buy” – Raquel Cepeda
Travel Is Very Subjective
August 25, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“Travel is very subjective. What one person loves, another loathes” – Robin Leach
Going The Distance
August 23, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup. But he’s driving and striving and hugging the turns, and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He’s going the distance, he’s going for speed. She’s all alone, in her time of need.
Because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse, he’s going the distance” – Cake (The Distance)
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The Red Sands Of Marrakesh
August 22, 2014 By Leave a Comment
“The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan…” – Rosita Forbes
