Rum Diary Sunday September 16, 2007

The thing that disturbed me most was that I really didn’t want to go to South America. I didn’t want to go anywhere. Yet, when Yeamon talked about moving on, I felt the excitement anyways. I could see myself getting of the boat in Martinique and ambling into town to look for a cheap hotel. I could see myself in Caracas and Bogotá and Rio, wheeling and dealing through a world I had never seen but knew I could handle because I was a champ.

But it was pure masturbation, because down in my gut I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a bright room and something solid to call my own at least until got tired of it. There was awful suspicion in my mind that I’d finally gone over the hump, and for the worst thing about it was that I didn’t feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detached.
Hunter S. Thompson – The Rum Diary

I’m heading back to Calgary now revitalized and a sightly more complete person. Because of which I will be taking a week or so to get reorganized and to digest all that has gone on in the past few weeks. Therefore while I will be out of commision of sorts, I’ve still got a string of posts/stories/vblogs that I’ve been working on in Ireland & about Ireland to keep the site dynamic enough for a week or two.

But the gist of the matter is I’m leaving one home for the other – Home for rest as you may.

Take care.

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