Pardon the quality

...it amazes and numbs me to this day how liquid time is once you step out of your comfort zone, the territory you are familiar with, and submit your humble body and soul to the matters of the unknown. is time spent on the road really is the same time that governs our lives here and now?..i have always been aware of my tendency to loose a sense of objectivity as soon as someone said that 24 hours in a day is not enough..i would feel something..IT.. building up. I believe it is more than enough, much more than enough. and trips like that would prove my thesis if i had one. how else can you fit a never ending traffic jam (V - a blackspot maybe:P), synchronous car wipers/dancers, an imaginary life of a Posh Lady and the perplexing metamorphosis of a Posh Lady Driver into a Posh Lady Passenger, littlebigmonstrous cars and pipes infront of our little tiny car, strawberries in the mouth, on the chin, and on our clothes, and Oh SO Ignorant Welsh Wateress, gorgeous jams and crepes, and alley ways and rude bartenders and food thats way to Unhealthy but since we are on holliday...a trip...its only a trip..roads, people, cars, its only a trip..in polos or volvos. its only a trip. (paraphrasing that advert...) some times are more sickening (literally) than others..oh but blueberries and giant steps for miniature feet and smells and colours so vibrant so vivid so LIFE, mad dogs and shitting sheep, and laughter, laughter, all we hear is radio gaga, "what if i have to put it on the FLOOR", aista the cook, aista the friend, aista the manager, aista the driver, aista the one to introduce us to Glyn the Bitter who crowns me the Nasty Little Bugger, and those inside jokes...never been better...or always as good...how could one say a day is not enough?!