Weekend Getaway
Saturday, December 1st, 2007I am tired.
I am sad.
I haven’t dreamt much lately, and what little I do, escapes me again.
“You’re a traveler,” Surfer dude said towards the end. “Stop working so hard on what you are doing here in Vancouver. Go away, try it in a new place.”
“A road trip?” I asked. “I went on one already a few weeks ago.”
“You went with a friend,” he corrected me. “Go on your own.”
I contemplated this at work on Friday.
And within minutes of closing down, I took the first bus I could board and headed off.
Redeeming days
Monday, November 12th, 2007I chuckled as I looked up at the roof.
The van was rocking to and fro, and the million pitter-patterings of raindrops echoed through the metal shell that housed us. The cold air made itself known to us, or any part of us that stuck outside our sleeping bags.
A note from last year
Sunday, August 26th, 2007
A note I found today, from my time in Cambodia.