I have been waiting all these months to travel again and now the day comes I feel no enthusiasm for it whatsoever
November 24, 2016 §
I have been waiting all these months to travel again, and now the day comes I feel no enthusiasm for it whatsoever. Gorgeous — brunette getting off the bus in front of me and then in front of me all the way to the Eurostar entrance; black leather jacket, blue jeans over gorgeous little sexy bum. I wonder where — is now? How I wish I had done something with pink top blonde on the plane to Munich. I wonder if I will ever have an encounter like that again. If I will ever have a great high night like Yulia, or Riccarda, or Emily again. I don’t think I am capable. Illicit thrills no longer seem to do anything for me. I have been there and done it, to death. Yet I cannot just stay in London for the rest of my life. I have to keep looking for the ice. The cold icy air of the mountains. How excited I am when I buy the tickets; how unexcited when the time comes to actually travel. We will see if this trip to Brussels sparks me to life at all. Think I should have gone straight to Berlin.