As it goes with my inanely tempermental existence in Dutchland, I am on the way out again. I normally only go in one direction (East) and stop just short of every country except the RF. It has been since March since I have been there, so I can only relish the thought of another bit of time off when I am done. Six weeks will pass like a seven year old at bedtime....S.L.O.W.L.Y with a few temper tantrums thrown in.
My enjoyment of all things Red for six weeks is fulfilled in the first few days. Casual "hello's" and "goodbye's" to colleagues and friends, and then it is buckle down to the monotony that follows. With each trip I ask myself why I keep doing this; bad food, bad attitudes, bad working conditions, bad times missing friends, family, and lovers. It is amazing what I will do for the lifestyle I keep. It is difficult to appreciate how the days drone on to others. Those with dead-end jobs and boring lives think that the travel and experience is "fantastic". Well, it is, once or twice. Yet when your bed is only as big as you are....
This will be my fourteenth trip to the RF in under three years, most of them never lasting less that three weeks at a time. That's a minimum of 24 days (21 on site, 3 for travel) of being treated like a political prisoner. I have tried to convince the RF that even prisoners have cable television and internet as well as edible food, to no avail. There just isn't any reasoning with them.
So I will lose a minimum of 7 kilos, will abuse the pathetic gym equipment they have, and will do my best to find the cameras that are hidden in my room. Oh yeah, and to not masturbate until I do; find those cameras that is. It is either that, or YouTube here I come (pun intended).
1 comment:
I think you said it best when you said happiness is a sprint not a marathon. It's a challenge to have the endurance to push through the bad, dull, and lonely times but if you can find moments of true happiness, however brief, then maybe it is all worth it.
Post a Comment