I used to travel a lot. My later trips were, what might be regarded by some,   independent travel but, in fact, they were package holidays with dirtier hotels. In the wilder heights of  the Altiplano one should not expect luxury, but a constant diet of dishwater and dog soup out of cracked plastic bowls palled. Adventures such as  learning that the Huancavelica police station had been blown up by the Sendero Luminoso the day after we had been inside it , or drifting in a broken-down boat on Lake Titicaca as the Bolivian navy sailed past, are best enjoyed retrospectively.

I even  spent a night in the hell that is Las Vegas and more than one night in the purgatory that is Carlisle. I explored the interstices of just about every town in the UK. I visited India, Nepal, Thailand, Turkey, Peru, Morocco, most of Europe, the Pacific northwest states of America, Louisiana, Maryland  and Virginia and British Columbia. Now I find quite enough to interest me in my garden beneath the Namunukula mountains in Sri Lanka.

I am now persuaded by Pascal’s maxim: ‘I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man’s being unable to sit still in a room.’

Another Frenchman, Voltaire, wrote: “we must cultivate our garden"

A third Gaul, Baudelaire, wrote: “Life is a hospital where each patient is dying to change beds. One of them would like to suffer in front of the heater; another thinks he could get better next to the window. It seems to me that I would always be better off where I  am not, and this question of moving is one of those I discuss incessantly with my soul...Finally my soul explodes and wisely cries to me: ‘Anywhere! Anywhere! Only let it be out of this world.’”

For a more detailed exposition of my current views about travel broadening the arse rather than the mind see:

I hope to post on Our Salon a kind of journal with pictures about the universe in the acre of land around my dwelling and much teeming life within it. Our garden is home to so many strange creatures and varieties of fruit there is an endless supply of material. One idea I have is writing a series of articles about different fruits, drawing in information about medicinal, social, cultural, historical aspects.

I have no claims to be an expert on wildlife or to be an expert photographer. My aim would be to describe the nature in my immediate vicinity  in a poetic, philosophical or cultural context.


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Comment by Padraig Colman on September 15, 2012 at 5:34am

How does one make the pictures smaller!?

Comment by MarkinKentuckiana on September 15, 2012 at 6:16am

I'm looking forward to them!

If you go to your page and select Edit Post (should be just under the title), you should be able to click on an image and resize it.

Comment by lorianne on September 15, 2012 at 10:04am

i loved the lyrical way the words of this came forth.

and why would you want smaller pictures?

but if you were to want smaller pictures, while you are in the writing or editing of a blog post, you can click on the image and 2 small tabs will appear: 'edit' & 'delete'.

the edit function allows you to resize the image and also to align it in the post.

hope that helps

Comment by Scylla the Rock on September 15, 2012 at 5:18pm

Grand to see you here.  Looking forward to read of your travels.

Comment by anna1liese on September 16, 2012 at 5:21am

Sitting still ... inside a room ... as long as there are windows ...

Look forward to hearing your voice again in the journal you plan to share here.

Comment by TG DE VORE on September 16, 2012 at 5:44am

Did you get the opportunity to eat that scorpion? And I agree about the grass theory...green is in the eye of the beholder...billy goat.

Comment by Padraig Colman on September 16, 2012 at 7:00am

Thank you all for your comments. I am just off to Colombo to meet the Irish cricket team. will be in touch when I get back.


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