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blood.</p><p id="36f0">Steam boat cruising down the Nile one yarn is a good one and pot and kettle boiler is a-steaming like the boat. Out of Africa back to Europe where giant oak trees have lived for decades.</p><p id="4ea4">Landscape changes from yellow to green, purple, red; aspects of time in colour.</p><p id="c26c">Another moment in which life moved in transient response was Budapest. Little country, great land of widows, wine drinkers and wisdom.</p><p id="7bc5">I shared my bed with a man who was in the same coach as me. We went to see Liszt and his shadow followed by a stop at the bar/food market/club for the buskers. I must go, catch my train.</p><p id="dc5c">Hot rail to Paris leaves in the morning at 11. I have a wonderful and most debauched time on the Eurostar drinking tiny bottles of liqueur one after the other; indeed the whole collection. I waved from the cab yelling out 'I love Paris!’ in an alcohol fused happiness.</

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p><p id="5dd2">And now I’m going back to the frivolous, each day like the last.</p><p id="4a73">Remember this: place will always wait for you. We keep a booking. We promise! It’s there for next time!</p><p id="46f8">Mimi Bordeaux</p><div id="07b7" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/be-open-submission-guidelines-41ea51ef4ef1"> <div> <div> <h2>We Invite You to Become Our Writer — Be Open Submission Guidelines</h2> <div><h3>You don’t have to be a great writer or super perfect human to contribute here. I believe everyone can become inspirator…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*eBrTZS3wC0WwzBZjivi7tg.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Driving into the Country

Whether you travel by boat, motorcycle or rickshaw the idea is for you and your feisty fellows to get out there doing it. Travelers of the world have been exploring Egypt to Buenos Aires; Athens to Algeria. I prefer to go solo, making aquaintances as I travel. People like myself do it differently.

We want to rub ourselves in the dirt, feel the sand trickling between each toe and run with the subway. Always searching for the time of departure. Or landing time. Travel gets in your blood.

Steam boat cruising down the Nile one yarn is a good one and pot and kettle boiler is a-steaming like the boat. Out of Africa back to Europe where giant oak trees have lived for decades.

Landscape changes from yellow to green, purple, red; aspects of time in colour.

Another moment in which life moved in transient response was Budapest. Little country, great land of widows, wine drinkers and wisdom.

I shared my bed with a man who was in the same coach as me. We went to see Liszt and his shadow followed by a stop at the bar/food market/club for the buskers. I must go, catch my train.

Hot rail to Paris leaves in the morning at 11. I have a wonderful and most debauched time on the Eurostar drinking tiny bottles of liqueur one after the other; indeed the whole collection. I waved from the cab yelling out 'I love Paris!’ in an alcohol fused happiness.

And now I’m going back to the frivolous, each day like the last.

Remember this: place will always wait for you. We keep a booking. We promise! It’s there for next time!

Mimi Bordeaux