travelling
is always about sticking our butt on the seat.
tedious. observing the intermittent path.
no doubt,
proceeding with 8 person on a Toyota Alphard
'twas guaranteeing a journey
sitting all way long
no one could lay...
sleeping,
too, is inexplicably inevitable
on a rapid moving transport
Hypos
consistently tempted us
to close our eyes
to empty our mind
to slower down our thinking
to deepen our breathing
to ZzZzZzZzZzZ...
those who could resist it
would be either
staring at the deep blue sky
- which scorchy fiery sun was hanging
upon the deniznes of th Earth
trying to evaporate evry single drop pf water from the blessed Earth
whilst building their castle in the air, into his reverie making friend with Morpheus
OR
having a MP3 earphone in their auditory canals
enjoying themselves from
- heavy metal to alternative
funk to punk
country to pop
jazz to blues
waltz to bosanova
mamba to samba
reggae to techno......
haha...all sorts of music
OR
buried themselves in
at least a typr of reading material
novel, magazine, ipad...
i'm always doing both the later...
