CapeTown is happening after all. It will be winter there, but I’d take it.
Should I fly via Frankfurt and see a friend there, during my layover, or via Dubai, because I’ve never been?
also, I wish I had South African followers who’d tell me what to do there after work.
Actually had a deep sleep, first time in I don’t know how long. I was in Cuba, a spontaneous all-too-short trip, and discovering a tiny all-metal church in Havana that would only fit two people at most, and an incredible ruins of an enormous pre-Colombian city on the mountain(!) above Havana, with elephant trees growing through city walls like in those Khmer cities in Siem Reap (but they were dry and flooded with sunlight here – unlike Cambodia). There were very few tourists wandering about, and the only way to get up there was a rickety van, no usual tourist infrastructure with hawkers, guides and ticket booths, but a sign said to download an AR app that will explain everything. I considered cost of data and did it anyway because I knew that very soon this place will get commercialized and destroyed. I regretted not having read a guidebook, knowing nothing of context of this place, and my rudimentary Spanish.
But then I got woken up and had to get ready for a conference call. I never found out why that city was there or who lived in it.
our coop squad leader is moving to NZ. till May at least. She’s skipping winter, and I’m very jealous.
Apparently, there is a program where if you’re a doctor (she’s a speech therapist) you can go to pretty much any country you wish and not worry about immigration etc.
Also, saw vacation photos of other people who were wrapping and pricing cheese with me. Nunavut Territory in one case, and Isle of Skye.
Definitely need to go to Scotland!!
found some photos from earlier this year from a place that was special
I love that hiking in German is Wandern.
always wishing of being somewhere else. this long-ago-far-away wine party would do.
This client owns pieces of Glitnir and Kaupthing banks.
I see the names and the mind wanders and I can’t help myself.
Managed to go to an actual birthday party, to my ex-coworker-friend who now works at a recently-renamed company that everyone equates with search. He was the one who told me not to bother applying for a job there as I’d never get it. Only spent an hour there but it was a nice glimpse of a different life. Lots of interesting people talking about all the art openings this past weekend, and the show at the Armory, and all the cool stuff they get to do. I’m realizing I have nothing to contribute – I don’t even know about anything that happens anymore.
All in all, it was probably a waste of time that should have more productively been spent sleeping.
One of them, who now teaches philosophy at CUNY, told me how right after college she got on a plane to Osaka, with a vague plan to find a job teaching English, and what a wonderful and surreal time it has been. Having zero responsibilities besides own basic needs is liberating and precious, and something you realize only after you know that it will never happen again.
She told me of how, not understanding Japanese train announcement, on the way home late from work one night, she ended up alone in an empty train that took her to some strange station in the countryside, completely dark and deserted, besides a single light, that might as well has been in a different universe where anything can happen.
She eventually found a station attendant who helped her get home, but this
is a kind of thing that can only happen there.
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