Holding pattern
My motto back when I first started this blog was that I would keep traveling until one of these conditions makes me quit:
1) I run out of places to go.
2) I run out of money.
3) I get killed.
Although I have had some pretty close calls with the last two, none of my criteria for closeting my backpack has been met so far. And that is why it still sits here in my bedroom half-packed.
I find myself here in Kentucky after nearly 2 whopping months at home, in a teeth grinding waiting period. I am more or less waiting to hear if there is a chance that I will be heading back down to Mexico for a photography/writing assignment like I did last year. I could use the funds (and sunshine) but if I do not hear anything in the next 2 weeks, it is time to pull the trigger on a ticket somewhere.
I have been tempted over and over by discounted tickets and cheap bus fairs to visit friends around the US and Canada…but I am trying to resist the urge to escape town for a couple of weeks in order to save money for the big 2008 adventure.
Most likely, I’ll fly into Bangkok (my new home away from home) and then make my way overland or with short hops through Malaysia, Indonesia, and eventually to New Guinea where I hope to photograph some people eaters.
I apologize for the lapse in my blogging….one of my favorite Samurai quotes is “If you don’t have anything to say, don’t speak”. So true. ![]()
Tags: blog, Greg Rodgers, Kentucky, Travel, travel writing, Vagabonding

February 27th, 2008 at 11:19 am
[…] Holding pattern My motto back when I first started this blog was that I would keep traveling until one of these conditions makes me quit: 1) … to hear if there is a chance that I will be heading back down to Mexico for a photography/writing […]
March 30th, 2008 at 10:39 pm
[…] Holding pattern My motto back when I first started this blog was that I would keep traveling until one of these conditions makes me quit: 1) I run out of places to go. 2) I run out of money. 3) I get killed. Although I have had some pretty close calls with the last two, none of my criteria for closeting my backpack has been met so far. And that is why it still sits here in my bedroom half-packed. I find myself here in Kentucky after nearly 2 whopping months at home, in a teeth grinding waiting period. I a […]