844 days, 20,256 hours, 1,215,360 minutes, or 72,921,600 seconds. That is the approximate duration of my world tour. I never wanted it to end and now, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it never has to. If you wish to go by country do so by clicking on one above. They are numbered in the order I visited them, more or less. If you enjoy reading about it even a tenth as much as I enjoyed living it then you will not have wasted your time. Grab a refreshing beverage, settle in a comfortable chair, and make a journey across the world, experiencing it as I did. Then get off your ass and check it out for yourself. You're not getting any younger.

Go Frolic Yourself (Kazbegi, Georgia)

July 2nd, 2010 - The day after my jaunt up Mt. Kazbegi the weather took a turn for the worst. It rained most of the day. I was forced to retreat into an extended slumber. I did manage to rise long enough for lunch but soon returned to the comfort of my bed. The combination of the rain and cool weather was a lullaby I was powerless to resist. I submitted willfully. The homestay at which I found myself was run by a woman and her younger daughter. Both were warm and friendly. Smiles were abundant.

My room was also occupied by an older Georgian gentleman whose purpose befuddled me a bit. He showed up, got into bed, and remained there for the better part of two days. Not that I was in any position to criticize considering my own penchant for napping but still. It was a teensy bit strange. Different strokes. It could have been worse I suppose. He could have suggested we spoon.

The next day I explored the area directly behind the village to the east. From afar it looked like the ideal place to frolic my balls off. My instincts were correct. As I climbed the hill closer to the sheer rock face towering over the scene I was presented with a light forest, picturesque in the extreme (dare I say smurfy?) and intermixed with sea after sea of grass and wildflowers. It made me want to do my Little House On the Prairie a la Laura Ingalls impression (if you appreciate this reference you might be a loser). Yodeling would not have been out of the question. If only I knew how.


 "The reason I talk to myself is because I'm the only one whose answers I accept."
— George Carlin












Nothing screams bucolic like a junk car fence.





3 comments:

  1. Oh god. I just re-read this post again after last week. I died laughing the first time.... And i think It's no different now. This is where I'd like to retire... For a week, by which time I'd have also lost my voice after all the American idol yodeling.

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