and woke up in Turkey.
over breakfast i was doing some book-learnin', and getting ready to go
on another historical adventure. but this just seemed a little too
organised, too predictable; i could feel a routine
brewing...........then i remembered. I have blood. I will travel.
so i got on a bus, and headed for another.
i walked with a strut, and thought of my mother.
i drank from a cup at the side of the road, and gave a smile at the
passing lovers.
i have Blood. it's time to Travel.
aha! there it goes, i wave goodbye as the embryonic routine falls out
of my pack, back on the road somewhere back there. you might chance
upon it, hidden amongst the wheat fields and the petrol fumes leaking
from the cabin where the driver pays no heed to such distractions,
offering a cigarette to all and sundry before lighting his own and
drawing with gusto. i have no alarm, no time-keeping device, no modern
communication implement for which to `stay connected`, and no idea if
today a transportation device will get me to the magical mystery land
that has been whispering to me. But i Have Blood. i Will Travel, and
i am across the border.
i forgot the PIN for my card. twice. hmmmm i know its around here
somewhere, but the last overnight bus leaves in T-minus 5 minutes and
counting. at the risk of bollocksing up for a third time, and throwing
the technology into disarray along with my card, i frantically
scramble for that place hidden somewhere in the deep dark recesses,
the place where evil fears to tread behind the light and before the
labyrinth, i scramble in the bowels of my pack for the backup hard
cold cash. i change it into the `right-coloured` cold hard cash to pay
the man. i Have Blood, i Will Travel. i am on the bus and i will
find the magic number another day.
the night rolled in and the bus rolled on. over mountains, through
towns and cities the night morphed into sleep where i followed it into
a new world. a world where the beach is just over there down the creek
and past the Roman Ruins being swallowed whole by vines and fig trees
and all things green. where the scent of orange blossom hangs thick in
the air, and soft lullabies whisper at your ears as the backgammon
guides The Blood and the mystery pebble- paths guide The Travel.
hugs and love from Turkey. Gobble Gobble.
Joe
