[written last wednesday]
Well, I had 12 days back in Victoria, ostraya and for some reason it felt like it had to be a holiday from this computer I have been chained to for the last 12 months, so I didn’t write anything here.
Happy New Year, as they say. Those twelve days were bright on the eye, pleasant on the skin’s temperature receptors and rather harsh on the wallet thanks to a thing known as The Met. I was staying in zone 3 so each day was a wallop on the wallet. Sorry, I’m totally out of rhythm with writing this.
This thing on the wall of the train struck me as a dare more than anything. Psychological tactics do not suit the met.
Caught up with some friends. Bought some mostly 2nd hand CDs. Cruel Sea. Beast of Bourbon. Not much else to say. Land very dry.
And so now I am in downtown Hanoi with my friend from chicago. Living it up, riding bikes, eating delicious food, (as they like to say in Korea) froggering the traffic and examining oxen. We saw three oxens today right here in the capital city of the country. I wonder which country would win a contest of oxen population within capitol city limits?
The traffic is mesmerising in its chaos – and yet it functions – and functions seemingly well. And dear friend and fellow personal-transport enthusiast in Melbourne was just the other telling me about how often he gets abused by motorists when he is on skateboard or bike or just walking and usuing the road.