I write every day. We all do, don't we? An email, a text message, three words on a post-it. A post card (once a year), a letter (once a decade). A wish list. A song, a poem, a novel, a fierce TV series. A travel blog.
A trvblg. Just consonnes.
“Tk tht Grgs Prc!”.
Riddle time: The first person to figure that one out, wheel of fortune-style, gets a gift from Scotland. Amateurs of French littérature will have a definite advantage. Reply at srod22@gmail.com for a chance to win.
Usually I try to get to my final destination around 5pm. I check in, I sit in silence and I write about my day. To no one in general, except for some parts, probably most parts. I know. Doesn’t make sense. But I still write a few words about my day, about the fuckingcrazymad shit I saw, about some Swiss biker I just met, about where I plan on sleeping tonight.
It’s mostly unredacted, unedited gibberish. It’s unredacted and unedited because no one will read it. Sure, I might share a random picture to a random person, my wife and kids, my parents, family, friends, a coworker, here and there, because the opportunity presents itself. But I don’t share my notes. Why? Don't know. Probably cause it's unredacted, unedited gibberish and no one gives a shit about my trip.
But now, after a couple of days on the road, I start to entertain the idea of possibly sharing some of it. It could even be useful. Like, If someone ask me about my trip (it's bound to happen when I am back Londoom), I could just send them a link instead of saying "yeah, it was great". Up to them to read it, or not.
If I there’s a free blogging app, user friendly, and loads on 3G (tomorrow is the day when it will hit the northernmost point in mainland 🏴. There are a few islands scattered all the way to Iceland, but that’s another story), then I might give it a go.
But before I decide what to do about these travel notes, I need to eat. I'm travelling light. A coffee in the morning, anything laying nearby on the passenger seat (3 days old banana chips, a weirdly folded croissant from yesterday, lukewarm ice coffee) around 12:00pm. Then dinner. Yesterday I grabbed a pizza (I honestly missed the “do not bring food in the room” sign, sorry) and crashed early in Edinburgh.
But tonight I'm in Inverness. I’m feeling giddy. After a few tripadvisor-recommended options failed to due the inability to book a table for 1 at whatever time (like in NY or London), I got a spot at 27 Bar and restaurant. Im gonna eat meself some juicy Angus. Not my wife. The steak.
Im out!
PS: Couldn't find that magical free app, so I am going to build a free website. Click here to find out what happens next