I got a ticket from Boston to Secaucus for 10:20 on 9/7/2013. All good, except I made an innocent mistake of mixing up AM and PM. OK, no big deal – guys, just put me on the bus to NY at 11 and I’ll make my way to NJ myself. And then…
Category Archives: Travel
Yes, this is me on Tahrir Square in Cairo. Ridiculous. I know – I generally do not have pictures of self taken at different places and the iPhone is certainly not doing me any favors, but beggars can’t be choosers and this was The Tahrir Square. Accidentally had a 9 hour layover in Cairo on the way back from Dahab and a cabby by the name of Mahmoud offered to drive me around. So got to see the Nile, Tahrir Square, a number of mosques, was taken on a horse to see the Pyramids and the Sphinx (both from afar). All totally unexpected. If any of you want the number for the cabby, drop me a line – nice guy, barely functional English, not a tour guide per se, but you’ll get to see the city. When he takes you to see his friend to do a horse ride out to the pyramids, if you end up negotiating with a kid, beware: that kid is a hustler. Cute, but totally relentless, which brings me to the subject of culture shock… some general impressions of Egypt as a whole:
So it’s official. LGA is a ghetto. Low ceilings, crowded waiting area complete with arcade machines and a wire banging against the window immediately outside where I am typing up this post, it feels… Soviet version of shabby, although I am sure that that’s only because my idea of what is both shabby and Soviet has been perverted by luxury of living in the US (and I am not being facetious, credit: my older badass cousin who took a trip to Uganada to get the linked photo).
But one thing is is positively definitely clear – Boingo is awesome. It’s a service that costs $10 bucks a month and works in pretty much everywhere where people have internet access partnerships. So far: all airports I’ve been at (not too many, but a decent sample) and an occasional Starbucks. I am positively impressed
Curious whether this was intentional… brilliant marketing if so…
A platform that would place video content onto a timeline generating photos and identifying interesting video spots.
We went to the dead sea today. Feels incredible: silky smooth skin, I feel translucent. This is a pretty amazing place if you need a new sense of perspective… Although, intuitively, I feel like I am so impressed with Tel Aviv that something’s gotta give – there will be some new piece of information that will bring me down from the cloud 9 I found myself on. Perhaps it is already happening as I am starting to realize my own shallowness and my insecurities start to push out the mental pores as I observe people from this little cafe (all cafes have complementary WiFi, btw). This makes me angry, confused. i feel like this is a bit like sitting in a sauna with the toxin-loaded sweat being laboriously forced from the body. Perhaps it’s just hormones and standard ups and downs, perhaps it’s the want of sex and intimacy that swells uncontrollably (oh, nice trashy porn word in there) being in this city where everybody is between 20 and 40 and whom I see as beautiful unique people, or perhaps it’s just the consequence of forced reflection, or all of the above. Regardless, as unpleasant as this is, as soon as I get angry, I begin to enjoy this state. An edge. A sort of desperation at the silently pounding clock releasing me from common convention.
Like eyes adjusting in the dark, I begin to see… the sincerity runs only so far before layers and complexity begin, a facade upon people, behind which I can see the gears’ friction generating heat to push enough dust out the ears to produce a dark cloud over their head. Dry, rainless.
I want to take bad photography because it is far more interesting to me than proper alignment.
Mmm… I like what I wrote. Tomorrow I will find it narcissistic and shallow, but today I like it. So I shall post it on my blog so that I can tell people to fuck off when they judge me.
Saw Cyn today in London – great to see her. She took me to see Red, a play about Mark Rothko and his assistant. Liked it, although it seemed a bit dry and overly simply at times… almost condescendingly so… but that’s irrelevant – I was finally able to formulate the thought dynamic that I often have: I want to see things a certain way. When I discover that there is a deviation from what I want/expcet to see, I freeze up, judge, spaz, become paranoid, etc. depending on context. I wonder whether this way of thinking falls into being a male, a human, or if it’s juts psychological baggage.
Anyway, after some trouble with my CC card, booked a ticket to Israel – leaving on the afternoon of the 21st to arrive in the evening.
Now staying at The Generator Hostel… off to sleep.
Bing pleasantly surprised me today – was able to get a ticket to London for the 18th of December for 500 bucks. The lowest fair of all I’ve seen so far online.
So, it looks like I will be in London 19th and 20th, on the 21st or so I am planning on flying to Israel and spending a little over a week there and then back to US. If anybody is there, ping me – would be nice to meet up, catch up, cause some trouble 🙂
Haven’t gotten myself a ticket for London-Tel Aviv. Got a recommendation to go EasyJet. And then there is the coming back to US bit, which looks like it might cost an arm, a leg, a first-born child and God only knows what else. (seriously dude, what’s up with fluctuating prices?)
Anyway. Not sure what to expect. Looking forward to seeing Cyn, meeting Matty, driving on the wrong side of the road without a license if they let me, etc.