Uh-oh...the bug got into my blood again and now I am in turmoil. It is pumping into my brain (even my dreams for gods sake!) at regular intervals, it is causing me to buy Get Lost and Travel & Leisure magazines, scour sites like Intrepid and Lonely Planet, place In Arabian Nights by Tahir Shah at the head of my (very large) reading pile, not to mention playing The Motorcycle Diaries Soundtrack in my car, stealing moments to close my eyes at the lights and just...
If you are anything like me (god help you), once you get locked into a travel fixation, anywhere will do and next week will be perfect. Every new idea I get is incredibly valid (if I can't go to India till December, maybe I could head to Cambodia in August...after all, Jetstar has that deal) and all other priorities in my life become a distraction the equivalent of a fly (August may be busy as hell at work, but September is Ramadan in Morocco so I really don't have a choice).
If I happen to locate this so-called bug, it is being cut out with a pitch fork, but I think the f*%k#*ng thing is breeding!
2 comments:
I hear you loud and clear girlfriend! That bug just keeps coming back to bite me in the ass and there's not a damn thing you or I can do about it! The world here we come...
I have to agree with you 110%. Its a bastard of a thing to get rid off and the more you do it the worse it gets!
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