There is a difference between having convictions and having New Year’s resolutions. My stead-fast stubbornness at NEVER creating a vain “blog”, I thought, belonged to the former category and yet, here I am, my principled stance melting like ice cream in the hot mid-day sun. Oh well. If you can’t beat them, find a bigger stick… I travel. I muse. I provoke. I have a modecum of control of my life and no control whatsoever of my strange synaps-firing sometimes.
I’m a collector. Not of scalps or stamps or Nazi paraphernalia or lethal addictions to small talk or psychotic boyfriends (ok, not anymore) but of stories. Of people, places, backgrounds, foregrounds and once in a while even middle grounds. I believe – no I KNOW – that if you don’t laugh out loud at least twice a day then your only purpose for existence is to serve as a dire warning to others. I have a job. A nice job. With an ACTUAL descriptive job title. Some might venture it is not a job at all but an excuse to permanently go on holiday. I am a travel writer and so I shall use this here blog as an ode to human kind – a visceral verbiage conduit of all the vile and funny moments and unbelievably stupid people I meet in terms of the impressions made on me while I travel that could never – nay, MUST never – see the light of day in any of my prestigious what-gives-me-bucks publications I write for…. See you soon with first instalment. Wish you were here instead of me. Love, Jo
