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Sorry travelbloggers - i've been away for a while.
I have realised I havn't 'Dropped a Blog' for some time.
Not that any of you lot noticed of course.
Good, because that means you been out travelling and getting away from it all, and not reading my rambling attempts to deconstruct my global ramblings.
Just in case you were worried about where i had got to, well...in the last year, I have gate-crashed Hollywood celebrity parties... spent a month in the backwaters of an Australia no-wheres-ville town... rescued a damsel from a sea monster attack... went snowboarding in Death Valley....avoided the Sicillian Mafia... got guestlisted into raucous London gaybars (despite being straight) and ruined Glastonbury for a lot of people.
Some of which i will eventually write about, some of which i will forget.
Not writing a blog is a good thing.
The point about my philosophy of 'Crashpacking' is to bowl into a situation and adapt what happens without plans or preconceptions. Ride the wave.
Writing about it afterwards somehow creates a structure to what was, and is, an spontaneous happening. Life follows no plans - ask anyone who has made
plans and looked back afterwards. Beginnings rarely have a real beginning, and Ends never truely find an end.
Blogging was taking my life and encouraging me think there was a story to it, even when I was purposfully trying not to have one!
And now i have realised blogging is good. 'The life which is unexamined is not worth living' said Socrates, and he knew about a few things. Sometimes we need to tie our experiences and thoughts together and put form to them, however little they can really reflect our actual experience.
Plus, you forget this shit. The glories of a gate well crashed, the morning-after discoveries after a party well partied or the wise words of wisdom from a wizened old street-walking hooker can easily be lost as we chase the next big travail of our travels.
Memorablia need not be the memories of a time or a place that you visited once, but could be the way you decide to face up to the world. Fridge magnets for the soul.
Some of this stuff is worthless, some of it may spark something to someone. But you never know unless we all give
it a go.
So anyway, I shall be here a while longer.... but first let me recommend St Patricks Day on Polk Street in San Francisco. In fact, let me recommend the whole of San Fran - i started this millenium there and rolled back into town recently, 12 years later. Like all great cities, its an old friend who lets you in, suprises you, teaches you a few new things and just allows you be relaxed in their company. Its a town all of its own. For a place to rock up and join the party, there aren't many places to beat this one.
Its the vibe of the people, they just sort of....get it.
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Ali
Ali Watters
This blog is such as tease!
"in the last year, I have gate-crashed Hollywood celebrity parties... spent a month in the backwaters of an Australia no-wheres-ville town... rescued a damsel from a sea monster attack... went snowboarding in Death Valley." - I want to hear the stories! :)