I’m currently away from base whilst visiting family and friends so am a little behind in my challenges and posts. Coupled by the fact that I feel lost at Internet cafes etc. – anywhere, where there are only PC’s, and no Mac’s! An Apple a day!!
But one of the things I quite enjoy is travelling alone: I hasten to add that I love to travel with my partner, but travelling alone has different rewards, including people watching. As we, of course, realise travelling in the main does not broaden the mind but simply narrows the bank account. Not so much the travel itself, as the exhorbitant prices charged at airports and particularly on planes for generally inedible ‘food’ and ‘refreshments’ – a word so abused as to now have simply the role of a cynical description. However as there is plenty to ridicule on the airlines, it gives plenty of scope for writing. For example, the previous post on coffee, I think works quite well. BUT if the coffee had been good there would be less scope for cynicism and biting sarcasm!! There are of course interesting and positive things that can be observed : on return to base with scanner to hand I shall recount my finest hour when I triumphed in the queue stakes at Fiumicino, and how a British Rail official made me smile! Honestly! You see, there is good in the world.
So maybe not an perfect solitary day: but a solitary day made the best of….. tickets please!
I love coffee. Unfortunately I’m where they don’t serve coffee- on planes, they merely sell something with the same name. It has very little taste and what taste it has is a sort of burnt flavour: not roasted, burnt. It comes in a gaily coloured container with a lid and a small opening. The lid serves to prevent spillage-though spilling seems more appealing than drinking- but also adds insult to injury by reducing your status to a suckling child- I am after all, travelling steerage- and secondly forcing you to work to extract the brown liquid from its home. The only pleasureable aspect was the unitentional irony in the copywriter’s choice of adjective. Coffee- that’s rich!
Today’s prompt took me straight away to music: The Letter by The Boxtops (1967)
‘She wrote me letter said she couldn’t live without me no more.’ Great song.
Even in something as simple, as a ‘pop song’ (albeit a great one!) the ‘letter’ has weight..
‘She sent me a text . . . . ‘ doesn’t quite cut it , does it?
I write quite a lot – in comparison to most people, probably a huge amount. Why? I enjoy it! I enjoy it as a tactile experience. Also I know that many people like to receive proper mail, so I try to ‘do my bit’ and send postcards: usually with own sketches, and quotes or stories that I like. I enjoy doing it, people seem to enjoy receiving them. Smiles all round!! This one of my cards, at the bottom of the page. If you’d like to receive a card or two, then drop me an e-mail!