Moving On Up: www.trekfeet.com
Friday, January 26th, 2007Pack your bag folks: We’re moving!
No longer will you have to remember the rambling, absurdly long (if clever) title of my travel blog (presumptuously assuming you lie awake at night trying to recall such things). We’re moving on up to a short and simple, perfectly named new site in the sky procured by my charming and crafty travel companion Michael Kraabel.
Isn’t that great? Doesn’t it make you want to fling off your dress shoes and take on the world?
Me too.
Even better news, I’ve contrived a reason for you to continue visiting my blathering blog though you’re no longer obligated to check on the status of my international injuries and poor choices.
In an aim to entertain you and to prevent myself from going mad while grounded, I’m going to begin posting some of my favorite photos along with a brief story about the moment in time that framed the snapshot.
I’ve been thinking that too often, in an effort to synopsize a two week trip from Nairobi to Amman, little details inevitably get lost along the way. The little exchanges that made you smile or marvel at the time, the quiet afternoon wanderings where you finally stopped planning and just started noticing, the random mishap that had half the country laughing at you - well, sometimes these are the things that end up on the cutting room floor. And at least in my mind, that is a little tragic. Because, while the major tourist attractions and life threatening adventures were grand and vital in their time, eventually, it’s the humble memories that best maintain their vibrancy.
Cold, stressed, been far too long without a vacation? Let me whisper to you about the decibel of quiet you find lying in opaque darkness on the uninhabited bank of an African river. Let’s remember the game show-like process of choosing street food in Luang Prabang - the giddiness of walking back to your teak guest house with a bag full of steaming treats, completely disguised by language barriers and the intricate shell of palm leaves. Let’s analyze the cunning or folly of Chinese engineers who stack sleeping train passengers three bunks high without the dignity of a ladder, forcing you to impale two levels of polite locals every time your bladder cries out.
I’ll be here, happily spinning yarns.
If the discontent of our winter gets you down, I hope you’ll join me for a story hour or two. And hey, you’ve each got your own dusty tales to air. Want to contribute, want to sustain me through my long winter? Send over your stories and we’ll gather around their glow too.
http://www.trekfeet.com/ - I’m looking forward to the trip.
