This morning i have tried to get to grips with the mass of unpacking i still have to do...i always make a point of beginning such journeys travelling light..as i am a complete bugger for picking up trinkets along the way...i have lost count of the t-shirts i have picked up along the way a couple from each Country i have passed through..i do not throw away bus train plane tickets.....even bits of newspapers i cut out if they catch my attention for a must read when i arrive home....syndrome...my family think i am mad with all this rubbish..but then what are family at times when the cabbages lay flat in the field and scarecrows become rampantly drunk....Hot gossip is always found deep in panties and lemons fill the eyes quiet time heals all those spanners hurled ones way by for whom the bell tolls....
Each pilgrimage always leaves its mark in some small way not everything can be stored in the mind, days, dates, time, become bogged down in mind cobwebs i have always found,perhaps i am simply one of them, a Magna Carta for Plane tickets....I have let Japan dribble under my skin with a must return when i retire the country simply just eats you far to many wows....head turning and gob smacking in old school boy slang....from the smallest can of beer i have ever seen probably no more than one gulp and even at the airport flying back to Singapore the sushi..was just wonderful that good looking it was a shame to eat it....perhaps simply the people also, even there, fast pace of life there was time to stand and stare awhile..Over all, riding on the bullet train made England look as if i am still in the middle ages and on that note back to unpack and sort out mu photo's....So Goeth...
