home typing this one: so hopefully the ‘errors’ are less, but i doubt it, & again, i dont really care … enjoy ;)
well, day 2 was a hit & a miss.
its taken nearly 24 hours to digest, recover & reflect. not overly, just enough to not want to give up road tripping altogether .. yes THAT well lol.
i was trying to ‘wing it’, yah know, not overanalyse, over plan, being ‘Instagram carefree’ & shit. & to a certain extent, it was a learning curve … i’ll give it that much kudos.
but it isn’t my jam.
i am analytical but most of all, practical.
so lesson learnt .. dont misinterpret ‘overanalysis’ with practical AF! & dont throw them both out! lol.
the most practical thing i ‘didn’t do’ was take a lot more of my food. i forgot that i got food intolerance for miles … i mean, how the fuck do you forget that ay lol … & whilst devouring a glorious sea food chowder may be the go at the time, the cream within that chowder is, like as sure as the skies are blue, going to come back a spread your asshole like the parting of the sea for moses & his peeps!! so whilst i had counter acted with antihistamines … i went way the fuck over board lol. & guess what, when your in a place your not familiar with, look for toilets that dont automatically lock you in (cos thats not conducive with me & pts(d)!!!!), you are definitely thankful your brought your own toilet paper (yes i did) but wishing you had just bought your own food cos theres no way in hell you can find the ‘lactose free, gluten free, organic full cream milk’ place to eat at in a foreign place … L O L.
fuck it all lol.
then there was the hell ride.
i’m dodgy enough on my feet on any given day. put me in car for more than a few hours and that heightens. had i forgotten this? No. had i chosen to ignore these laws of my physics? Yup.
originally, i had planned to stay away 2 nights: one of those nights & days, being a recovery from the day of travel, food mishaps, lack of sleep etc etc. i’ve kind of learned over the years that i need a big fat pause before i move again.
well i ignored that instinct, partially because my driver was keen on getting back & i thought they knew their limits & were good to go. aka, i just needed to manage me.
turns out, the driver had also underestimated their limits & had ignored their instincts.
the driving turned into erratic turns, barking snappy orders for directions (hahaha i might add … directions: at me LOL), getting lost, getting frustrated with other drivers … on and on it went. all the while i’m gripping my seat getting more and more upset slash disturbed. it kind of erupted and then fell into silence after i yelled: stop driving like that or pull over and let me out. well something to that effect.
but there was still 1.5 hours to go.
fuck. & lol.
i sort of missed most of the countryside i wanted to see cos i was way into balancing panic attack mode by that stage. which i might add, is fucken exhausting. i try really hard not to stay in this state for too long … like psych appointments etc, i try & make sure they’re broken up & im in a good frame of mind, otherwise it feels like i’ve been run over by a tractor afterwards & takes a couple days to week to recover from. i haven’t held on like that, like that tight, for over an hour, in a very long time. hence taking near 24 hours to come down off’ve it.
but fucken come down i have.
this day trip home, was full of big fat fucken lessons. & quite literally, its taken all this time to try & find them, & i haven’t completely yet – so i dont just fuckit chuckit & never go out again … which it turns is a thing for me.
cos i’m right.
the outside world sucks.
its not user friendly & definitely not user friendly for someone like me. but generally, its not friendly for anyone. you have to really dig to find it, to find them.
i found a few pearlers. genuinely nice cunts that love their jobs … love where they live … love what they do. you can see it on their faces & hear it in their voices. that was nice.
anyway, i’ll take me another 24, just to chill the fuck out. i got a few more shit posts to write, just to empty out my head … & yes, pics to down load. (was dramatically clear i need a new camera … so that’ll be the nek thing on my list of shit to get.)
did i say i still feel like an awesome fucker?
awesome, cos i went. i went. i did it. i fucken survived & so did my driver. asshat.
as freaked as a felt when i got home, i will go again, cos theres other things i want to see & do.
that, IMO, is pretty fucken cool for me & i’m hellah proud of me :)