“I get lost sometimes
like everybody else
lose track of my lifelines
lose track of myself
and there’s all kind of reasons
to be scared and run away”
There are many miles between each town we visit and so I have some time to think. To stare at the hills. The mountains. The muddied grass turned brown in the heart of winter.
On the road, you can see life pass you by in a way that you just can’t when you’re in the middle of it, living it.
And so it’s made me think about this blog. How a lot of what I throw out to this space are the moments I want to write down, how a lot of those moments are the happy ones, the rays of light that shine through. I have a selection bias you could say. But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t low points. Moments when I think to myself, wait, what exactly am I doing here?
For such an austere exterior, the World Trade Organization (WTO) is one of the more beautiful buildings I’ve been in here.
I’m 20 years old. Which means that by most standards both cultural and legal, I’ve been an “adult” for quite some time. But as I’ve quickly realized since moving here to Geneva, age really is just a number and no amount of being an adult will make you really feel like one until you’re ready.
We are not about to go up that treacherous rocky mountain cliff, I thought to myself. “Ma’am, we take two-year olds up there.” Seriously dude, not cool.
So today, we go into Durban town, where let’s not dance around the point here, I am most interested in the food. The curry specifically. We go to a rinky-dinkity shop dressed up as a passable fast food joint in a food court in a mall that this shop clearly does not belong in (not amongst the KFCs and McDonalds and Burger Kings that scream food court at least.) We order garlic naan, butter naan, lamb buriyani, and a lamb karahi that I will be talking about till the end of all lamb karahis. Because this curry is seriously something else. The kind of breakfast/lunch (I think we call that brunch) that I will be talking about for ages – except that I can’t talk and pass out in the car instead because I have eaten so much that I am in physical pain.