Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
I blame the Scandinavians, it's their fault. I'd pretty much resigned myself to turning in for the evening, when a Norwegian arrived with luggage for four. As she stumbled in, a homey feel had already enveloped this room in the dormitory. Yumi and I have been here for a few days now, and the room was empty save for the Dutch couple who'd arrived this morn.
Ahh, the momentary pause to shower and realign my senses.
Aroused from the bedtime routine, I elected for a quick cigarette on the roof, before turning in. I ascended and decided for one beer as well, and relaxed into conversation with Cris, Bola and Felicity. As my beer wore down, we were joined by the Swedish girls who'd left the roof earlier, but returned, now looking for a party. Another round of drinks, and talk of an all night place. We swung into the night as late as it was; by 4am we'd found a cab and sailed away, our cabbie taking corners like he was on lap 39, only to find that the hotel was closed. Turn 'er back. But on our return, the Pomeys still owned the street, and a hint of grass was in the air. Weee, yes after 3 weeks of detox, I'm through the moon, a rush to the brain. Senses flair as it rides my views, our of shape, out of familiarity, did I mention the drink?
So, here's to you Hunter, Gonzo at its best, dripping in bed and my minds flaming. For the past few days, I've questioned myself, my choices and the Road that I'm Journeying on. Eva continues to prey on my mind, a month's absence has no way dimmed her for memory and my Home now lies in Germany, she's the end to my Road. That vibrant spark in this Romantic's Soul, a memory now, floating in a Dream. "It is a Dream!" and believe me, Baby, "I will Dream On!"
Fried I be, oh that's Riche.
But why do I go on? For the Experience of it All! Travel, the Road, pushes you, it draws into your Depths and challenges your Identity. Rules, Norm, they cease to exist, the Realm of Possibility opens and you're flung Head Long in.
Ahh, the momentary pause to shower and realign my senses.
Aroused from the bedtime routine, I elected for a quick cigarette on the roof, before turning in. I ascended and decided for one beer as well, and relaxed into conversation with Cris, Bola and Felicity. As my beer wore down, we were joined by the Swedish girls who'd left the roof earlier, but returned, now looking for a party. Another round of drinks, and talk of an all night place. We swung into the night as late as it was; by 4am we'd found a cab and sailed away, our cabbie taking corners like he was on lap 39, only to find that the hotel was closed. Turn 'er back. But on our return, the Pomeys still owned the street, and a hint of grass was in the air. Weee, yes after 3 weeks of detox, I'm through the moon, a rush to the brain. Senses flair as it rides my views, our of shape, out of familiarity, did I mention the drink?
So, here's to you Hunter, Gonzo at its best, dripping in bed and my minds flaming. For the past few days, I've questioned myself, my choices and the Road that I'm Journeying on. Eva continues to prey on my mind, a month's absence has no way dimmed her for memory and my Home now lies in Germany, she's the end to my Road. That vibrant spark in this Romantic's Soul, a memory now, floating in a Dream. "It is a Dream!" and believe me, Baby, "I will Dream On!"
Fried I be, oh that's Riche.
But why do I go on? For the Experience of it All! Travel, the Road, pushes you, it draws into your Depths and challenges your Identity. Rules, Norm, they cease to exist, the Realm of Possibility opens and you're flung Head Long in.
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