Travel can be a tricky proposition...even in the so-called 'first' world.
Were it not for the kindness of random souls along the way...I would be curled up in a foetal position in some dive somewhere, weeping for my mummy.
In the maelstrom...the eye of the storm...
the comparative chaos that is trying to find the right train or bus or what have you in the capital cities of the world...so often a hurly burly of confusing & disorienting sights, sounds and smells...
in the quieter moments, safely resting behind the 'Do Not Disturb' sign...
the generosity of strategically placed human beings who see me in the right direction shine like diamonds.
They ARE out there.
These are the only riches I seek.
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