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Saturday, September 4, 2010

Journeying..

Every now and then a realisation stabs through me inducing a grin and a feeling of wanting to do handstands; freedom. Wandering the world in this friendless state, sitting quietly by the boundaries observing other humans scurrying through their lives, sometimes jumping into one of them, but mostly watching. Absolutely no restrictions, no need to be here or there, no one to answer too. My feet can lead me wherever they feel.
Sometimes i feel so alone but then i realise we are alone. We are all just individuals, sometimes floating in groups, but all with anxieties and insecurities running through our minds.

A day by day of some places my feet have wandered:

The hague; beautiful blonde astrid showing me the shops, chatting, shouting me at the imax theatre where a huge domed screen wraps around you, drawing you right in with the african drums while you soar over the kalahari desert.
Day 2 & 3 the hague: gorgeous aruban becky fills my days with smiles and laughter. Trying to find winter clothes for the horrible dutch weather, boots to shape her sexy legs :) sharing secrets while cooking stir fry and her whizzing along the piano.

Train to paris caught on the wrong day. I thought it was the 31st that day but apparently no, the 30th. Oops haha blame it on the travels. Paris beautiful and sunny, exquisite. Sandy coloured apartments rising from the cobbled paths, wrought iron balustrades, blue slate rooves and orange chimneys pots. Oppulence. Terraced restaurants. Suave frenchies walking past, their perfume trailing 2 metres behind.

Day 2: walked the whole city. Nearly 20 ks. Was ripped off 45 euro for two poloroid pics in front of an unopen louvre. Feeling depressed, was picked up by a short italian musician who bought me a cappucino and walked with me. Invited me to roma and bought me lunch. Escaping before i had to give anything back, striding along the champs d'elysees an arab stopped me for my number and a frenchman grabbed my hand, walked with me and tried to kiss me before i tore out of his grasp and sought the safety of the hostel.
The eiffel tower at night, flashing and sparkling. Stunning paris laid before my feet, shining domes and towers rising above the apartmented streets.

Day something: the louvre.. Art and creativity seeping into every pore of you. Unbelievable creations. A non stop sense of awe, for the architecture also. Lots of ideas for my mediterranean villa.

Friday paris: up late, seeking sun. Scouring through a second hand bookshop full of other scourers, found wuthering heights for 2eu, and strolled toward the luxembourg gardens. Later that night was picked up by mutual friend alex, who took me to the sacre couer, through paris by car which is suicidal! He found an unadulterated little terraced restaurant and proceeded to buy me a delicious meal and glass of wine to compliment it. Talked the night away about our various countries,relatives,ideas.

Saturday: caught the right train to lyon, although jumped off at the wrong station and had to lurch through lyon, hot and sweaty for 3 ks. Train riding through the hilly countryside, i wish it would go on forever, gypsying me through foreign lands. Lyon a fresh upbeat vibe. Filled with sunny people that i wish i could be a part of but unfortunatly i cant understand a thing they say.

And so the adventure continues.. Miek

1 comment:

  1. ohhhhh :) even the hot and sweaty walk through lyon sounds amazing! but I am thinking Shane was right about sleazy french men, still if you're going to be sleazed upon, french is a fairly good nationality.

    I like what you said about feeling alone, thats very wise :)

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