Jeremiah's Strange Times

Its been a long time since I wrote anything in this blog of mine.  Of course the times have still remained strange. Times always seem to remain strange anyway.  I'm back in Cork at the moment and once again the future is a terrifyingly open book.  I was tired, so I came home for awhile; I brought along a pile of old journals, they sit alongside me today as I type.  Travel Journals specifically.  The idea was to do something with them at last.  All those words I've scribbled over the years, they ought to be good for something. But first I decided to boot up the old desktop computer in the box room of my home in Cork.  Buried in the infested rattling old hard drive I found the document reproduced below.  It is an account of my first ever travel entry, it makes reference to later events so it can't be a reproduction of the original diary entry (lost long ago in Kilkenny) but I quite like it.  I can't remember why I wrote it, but sti...

Part 1   It has been a long assed time. A lot has changed since last year, and in the spirit of change I'm going to begin updating this thing a bit more regularly. But first, something of a special feature, an account of my trip in December. For my 30th birthday my Mother and Sister banded together to purchase me a flight to Beijing and the Trans Siberian back.  Over the following few days and weeks I will attempt to impart something of the spirit of the thing, for what a thing it was. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, well, most of the world.. So... I'll open with my initial diary entry, it sums it all up quite well I think: Tuesday  the 4th of December 2012  10:50 Heathrow Airport, Terminal 4, Pret A Manger For a small time there... well, a long time there, I thought I was immune to the excitement of this trip.  I guess I was wrong.  Clutching my tickets -  London - Rome - Beijing - awakened in me a very specific type of excit...