these entries were writen originally for my mother, who in her wisdom, convinced me at a young age to keep a diary, knowing that was the best way to keep track of my mis-behaviours.
she is a very sharp women and by convincing me to keep a diary she managed to put me in a position to be judge of my own behaiviour and at the same time got an inside look into her son's life as a bonus.
anyway anyone can read this. its for my close family members and friends, but if strangers can get anything out of it then they are welcome.
just one warning, im not going to powder over anything. so you must understand that if you read something you don't like, then its probably just that I have said something that you simply are not used to hearing. there is nothing wrong with hearing new things even if they do upset your balanced concept of how the world works. especially if they might be true.
tourism has become a huge business. lonely planet makes ridiculous amounts of money from it by selling their over-priced books pushing the idea that tourists are travelers and anyone can throw a back-pack on their back and fly to the other side of the world and join the party. its romantic isn't it? and you might think that a tourist is some fat blob on a deck chair while a traveler is an adventurous character who goes deep into the national conciousness of an alien culture, richard burton blackening his face and entering mecca. in truth traveling is an addiction. travelers chase a fantasy world that does not exist. but its probably the best addiction going. but a warning, the come down can be quite hard so the ones who are not strong enough to kick it use patches. holidays i guess you could call them, often involving deck chairs.

But the true voyagers are only those who leave
Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons,
They never turn aside from their fatality
And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!"
'the voyage' by charles baudelaire

Ha' done with the Tents of Shem, dear lass,
We've seen the seasons through,
And it's time to turn on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,
Pull out, pull out, on the Long Trail -- the trail that is always new.
'l'envoi' rudyard kipling

So he follows the equator
With a wish to run aground
It's a very vicious circle
Goin' round and round and round
And he watches from the fantail
As the mainland disappears
Just like the Flying Dutchman
He's a prisoner of his fears
'the remittance man' jimmy buffet

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