The Road’s My Home

I’m too tired to write anything. I think I will have some sleep, dreamless sleep, and wake up at 3 pm, so that I will have an hour to pack my things up. That was what I wrote yesterday, Monday, 6 April 2009. Today I think more about travelling and travel writing. I read a […]

I always think myself as a wanderer. Say, isn’t sound as if I am a traveller? Well, I am not bothered checking it in the dictionaries. Anyway, I do think that I am a wanderer. In my younger years I had been a keen reader. I read while I ate, drunk, in toilet, at school, […]