turn on, tune in, drop off

it’s cold outside. i know this because my hands feel like ice, even if my core is burning from the walk here.
here?
just a bus stop, one like many others. but, today is different. in five minutes time, i will not be greeted by an iconic double-decker. i will be collected by the national express {don’t they have a great name? rolls off the tongue..} and deposited at luton airport, an hour north of the exact spot where i am standing.
one minute . . .

i am looking forward to eating breakfast in the airport. it never feels quite right to start my day without a bowl of cereal / oatmeal porridge.
by the end of today, i will have {hopefully} made my way to barcelona. by the end of this eighteen-day trek around a few concentrated bits of europe,
i will have explored / seen / tasted:
barcelona, spain
bergamo, italy
torino, italy
pavia, italy
milano, italy
budapest, hungary

not too shabby, this little adventure of mine. as you might have guessed, i’m couchsurfing during the majority of my time away from london. i can’t stress enough how supportive i am of the couchsurfing project. the community of couchsurfers and couch”hosters” has restored a lot of my faith in humanity, and still continues to do so. my parents think i am voluntarily auctioning myself off for slaughter, but i have seen firsthand how wonderful traveling can be. shared human experiences truly have the power to change a man. {of course, i mean “man” to refer to people as a collective, of course}

my family won’t believe me, i barely believe it myself, but for eighteen days, this is all i have brought with me.

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i won’t regret packing light. an excess of stuff is the last thing that i need disrupting my real-time experiences in these new places.

turn on, tune in, drop off

i looked up this phrase just now to learn of it’s origins . . .
it was “popularized by timothy leary,” a psychologist and writer, and a psychedelic drug advocate. anyway, here is the lovely quote i found on trusty wikipedia . . .

“Turn on” meant go within to activate your neural and genetic equipment. Become sensitive to the many and various levels of consciousness and the specific triggers that engage them. Drugs were one way to accomplish this end. “Tune in” meant interact harmoniously with the world around you – externalize, materialize, express your new internal perspectives. “Drop out” suggested an active, selective, graceful process of detachment from involuntary or unconscious commitments. “Drop Out” meant self-reliance, a discovery of one’s singularity, a commitment to mobility, choice, and change. Unhappily my explanations of this sequence of personal development were often misinterpreted to mean “Get stoned and abandon all constructive activity”.

well, i suppose i have officially stumbled on the theme for my trip. until barcelona, i bid my followers, farewell.

it’s certainly time for me to
turn on, tune in, drop off
and nap on the national express coach.

see you in another part of the world!

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