Nomad Clowning – Improvisation & Adventure
Traveling with a ‘yes and’ philosophy leads me to strange places. There are no guarantees when you improvise…
Traveling with a ‘yes and’ philosophy leads me to strange places. There are no guarantees when you improvise…
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
A month of utterly debilitating depression, and then ‘click’… I’m OK again. Eating chilli chocolate probably speeded my recovery a lot…
Flash-forwards to 2054: I squint down the road. Is that a car? They’re getting rarer and rarer. Most people have upgraded to anti-grav ships or jet-packs, these days. Yes, it’s a car. I lift my thumb a bit higher…
Marlene stares at me, wide eyed.
“You hitchhiked from Scotland?”
“Most of the way, yeah. All across Europe.”
“Aren’t you exhausted?”
“I could use a beer…”
Indian fruit is so much better than Australian fruit. Grow better fruit Australia!
I moved quickly, but only just quickly enough. I squatted in the humid toilet stall panting and thanking my good fortune to be in the railway station where public amenities are close by. I’d been lucky, but my confidence was shaken. India had been lulling me into a false sense of security. The game was on…
“Here’s the thing. Hitchhiking is… a complete shit show. Nothing ever goes to plan. Actually, scratch that, there is no plan. You set out, you keep moving and if you’re lucky you get somewhere, but hardly ever where you intended to be…”
“They were saying; ‘don’t take photos, because the kids will throw petrol bombs at you and they may go in our shops’. No shit. That’s what they said…”
Nicky waves his arms and yells something Bulgarian at the driver. The driver brakes. He doesn’t have a choice. Nicky is blocking the road. As soon as the van slows down, Nicky is at the side window, bellowing. The van accelerates and drives away down the motorway ramp…
“Listen man, you got me at the wrong time. Normally I would try and have a conversation with you about this but I just hit my head really hard on the bathroom door frame, and I have no patience for your stupidity right now…”
Standing beside the road with a gun in my face is a bit of a Tintin moment… but not a good one. This is a moment from one of the darker, more political Tintin books, where the hero finds himself on the run behind the Iron Curtain…