18. Subdued in Gelibulu; Digitated in D’Orsay - 19 June, 2007
About Me
Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.” ― Paul Theroux
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If you want a skilled travelogue, read Paul Theroux or Jan Morris or Eric Newby or Ute Junker or Anthony Dennis who'll do it much better than I can.
These posts tend to be the other “stuff that happens” when you’re on the road, or rails, or in airline “coach” (which is most of us). I'll leave "real" travel writing to the experts and newspaper colour supplements... These "postcards" were emailed to bemused friends and family at the time, sometimes on those "low" or more bizarre days that might happen on any journey.
Enjoy!
(I know I did)
(Mostly.)
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“`He endeavored to sleep by putting his heels on one seat and his head in another. The seat got the best of the bout in ten minutes. He then placed his carpet sack between the seats and sat down on it, with his legs on top of the seat ahead and his head on the seat behind. The seat won this round in 12 seconds. He then took the cushions and stretched them on the frames of the seat parallel with the cars.``
- The Railway Gazette, May 16, 1878
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“Travel doesn’t broaden the mind; it tends to broaden another part of the anatomy.” - Dita Cobb