Daily chronicling on commuting- Commuting isn't for the faint-hearted. You need nerves of steel to survive the jungle that is commuting. No matter whether you're trying to get to or from work, getting to the airport for that well deserved holiday, it's a jungle out there and only the fittest survive. This is about my view of what's going on around me when I commute, on every day occurrence around other commuters, sometimes funny, sometimes frustrating.
Monday, 22 November 2010
I'm sat by one of the many pools in our hotel San Blas, overlooking the beautify ocean. The ocean and the sky seem to merge as one and seems to go on forever. Cambridgeshire and London are a million lifetime away..... Bitter wind and frost? Not here.....it's as if spring has sprung. I take another sip out of my tall slim glass filled with sangria, ice and a slice of lemon and continue to read 'Predator' by one of my favourite fiction writers, Patricia Cornwall. The sun smiles down at me as if recognising me.....somewhere in time, familiar with my entire being..... recharging me with much needed energy. I sip more sangria, I am engrossed in my book, I soak in the sun and relax both mentally and physically.
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