I miss being on the road.
Sitting in a rickety old bus that somehow still manages to run along at a constant 80km/h.
Knowing that every few minutes, the scenery that greets my eyes will somehow be different yet retain the same elements of the country.
And that the smell that wharfs in is a keen mix of everything good and bad of travel.
Most of all, I miss being in the middle of nowhere.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Posted by drew at 12:42 AM
