The Travel Bug

Bumblebee on traveller’s cap
Meg and Halik have been tweeting about what a bummer it is coming back from travel. Weird, but lately I feel the same way. It could have been the 10 hour journey and the two bottles of sickly nunnery wine we consumed, but I was dead that night and the next day. When I get back from various places I feel tired, sick, and stuck. Perhaps the travel thing is an addiction, that constant stimulation, the new. I settle into Colombo after a while, but right now I’d rather be on the move.
Back in Colombo it’s just a bunch of messed up paperwork, bills, phone calls. When travelling your basic pre-occupations are finding food and exploring. Things are somehow more dreadfully important and perceptually mundane back in the city. The reason I live here, of course, is the people, so perhaps I should go see them.

too right.