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This shall be my travel blog. And verily it shall. It shall differ in scope from fearandloathingeverywhere.blogspot.com (from last summer's road trip) as I am actually keeping a hand-written travel journal in which I will attempt to maintain a continuous narrative for posterity (which I think will keep the blog unencumbered and from collapsing under it's own weight as the aforementionned experiment did). This will be a compilation of various anecdotes, whims and other such tid-bits united only by the fact of their all being by me while not in Canada.

Anecdote 1: Keyboards in Croatia are identical to those in English speaking Canada except that the y key and the z key have inexplicably traded spots. I apologiye for any tzpos resulting from said idioszncracz.

Tid-bit 2: Here's a poem I wrote while waiting around for five hours at a gate in the airport in Vienna... I was feeling gradiose. And yes I know that the structure is inconsistent.

Working title: Gate A12

Harsh dim lights and stone walls
Off which echo international flight calls
As rain falls
Lightly on the tarmac
I sit back
But can't get comfortable, anxiously
Clenching ass cheeks on hard green plastic seat
Green bag with mz life in it between my uncomfortably warm feet
(why the wool socks dumbass)
The crowd ebbs and flows like Vienna's status through history
But it flows outwards
They're all leaving
From this room anyway
To them though I imagine Vienna is more tangible
Than a room with green chairs and the fanciful
Rendering of a high school history textbook
Nevertheless
Hard floors, bad lighting and cold facts
Encompass mz Vienna as it was encompassed by walls
Which held off Muslim hoards but not cannon balls
Cannons blow a hole in the walls that contain me
So that Vienna can come in
And be quick about it
I'm only here a couple hours more