Have you noticed that there really aren’t too many travel blogs out there in the Boundless Blogosphere?
Well, at least relative to the gazillion of stars you gaze in a silky sky on a moonless night, especially when you get away from the city lights.
Wait…maybe there are more travel blogs than that!
OHMYGOSH. Or is that OMG?
The reason I have not posted a new piece since Tuesday is that I clicked on another travel blog site and something looked interesting so that lead to another click and another and…
After three days reading about backlinks and relative PR scores, going without food (stomach growling sound), without drink (hacking raspy dry throat), without sleep (yawnnn), and lacking personal hygiene (peeee-uuuuu) I realized I had traveled from California to all points of the planet and a few beyond.
You would think this experience should have one of two results:
Either I would quit trying so hard on this one as one more voice creates barely a squeak in the din and clamor of the thousands of others.
Or I would just quit reading other people’s stuff, or at least not in 72-hour stints.
But, as in my early attempts to learn how to windsurf, after hours of doing the walk of shame (other past students should know this maneuver) and more than my share of bleeding scraped knees, people used to comment on my perseverance and tenacity.
I’m still uncertain if those comments were compliments or questions of my sanity.
What is that cliché about the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over with an expectation of a different result…
So…why don’t we go to Africa.
Actually, a friend is leaving on a month-long journey and since one of us has to stay in range of a broadband internet connection and a Peet’s coffee shop, so off she goes, my buddy Doc Martin.
I will provide occasional updates to Doc Martin’s trials and tribulations, as I get word from the bush.
But I am confident there shall be no problems as that is her theme song, so to speak.
In the meantime, it’s only midnight as I go to press, so maybe I will check out what Killing Batteries or Nomadic Matt are up to.
And, what, I mean, just a few clicks, come on…
…just a few clicks…I can quit anytime I want…
Really, I…..
Cool pics, the reason it is hard to do travel blogs –
1 while you are there you are just having to much fun to stop and write about (but you promise yourself you’ll remember!)
2 when you get home you have to recoup and wait for the pics to come back
3 by the time the pics come back you can’t remember exactly where they were taken!
I just got done burning the dvd for our 2004 euro trip
the 2006 trip, yea that’ll have to wait, I am trying to get my Travel blog going, thank goodness I am axxl, I keep looking at the iteneray, then check the guidebooks then write my posts!
Its a lot of work man, I will need another vacation when I am done (1 vicious circle)
I hear you. I sometimes wonder if I spend too much time on a trip looking through a viewfinder.
I guess a good hint would be if I get home and see some of the sights for the first time by looking at the pictures.
Picture storage has sure changed. Nowadays it mostly digital. I have got gabillion slides from back in the day. And I have those stacks of old pictures, many black and white, from my parents.
The writing part…I’m still working on it.
Thanks for the comments.
I visited Africa, it was interesting and savage(only parts of Africa, of course). Africa is like an undiscovered woman at 20!
Doru,
Yur killing me here…
Since my buddy Doc Martin is the one making the trip to Africa and at my age, the chance of having an undiscovered woman of 20 is about is good as me piloting the space shuttle, I can only enjoy either vicariously.
Hopefully you will find further enjoyment with both.