No Man’s Land
Rain, more rain. Rain streaming down bricks along concrete, softening ground is like torture. That desire to run and embrace the liquid downpours doesn’t exist in me when my days are spent in England. No sun to appear and bake the wet dry.Time to become a winter person now. Not even a draw  of the curtain as behind the ivory haze a grey soft sky, only seen when hanging out of the window to smoke.  Why bother.
Tomorrow i will have a focus, a reason to get up, but for now i stare nowhere and tinker for stimulation. News, documentary’s, newspapers, trash. Dormant. I peeked back in march, but i can peak again tomorrow.
This time of no mans land i liken to a border crossing. A place of transition from one to the next, just one that has taken more than a sticker in a passport and a twenty-dollar administration charge. On the cusp of that nine while five. Back to my old life.
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Back to the 9 to 5 grind. Not bad compared to many poor folks who work 12 hours a day, even seven days a week. I’ve just arrived insaudi and have spoken to Indians, Sri Lankans and Filipinos, my drivers, they all work 12 hours a day seven days a week. I’ll be starting a teaching gig here (9 to 5 ish) in a couple of weeks, when the holidays here end. So, in the spirit of saving for another amazing travel blogging adventure, hang in there man!
I am very aware of how lucky i am, its just the grass green thing! Where are you in Saudi? Lucky you. What and for how long are you teaching? I have met many people in the middle east from India who go there especially to do 12 hour shifts.That is what feeds the families back home.Better wages to go further. Have an amasing time and i look forward to reading your posts.
Ah, the pain of adjustment still coming thru loudlyŠ Along with the obvious reminder that without winter dark, summer sun wouldn’t be so fabuloso, que no? Xoxo, mz
Still hard but slowly i hatch!!! Wise words MZ xx