Travel sucks. Tales of an American dummy. (just having some fun)
In my previous company, my CTO was in Holland, and my boss was in Scotland so I traveled there for 3 weeks on 2 occasions. I like the experience for a few days, hung out in Amsterdam, got drunk in Scotland, went to William Wallace’s monument, etc. However I got so tired of taking buses and trains everywhere and living by the schedule.
When I got back to the US, I wanted to do something completely American. I hopped in my pickup truck, drove it to a steakhouse, where I got to park my own damn car, in a free parking lot, and didn’t worry about leaving at a certain time. Also the freakin’ techno music blaring everywhere I went was nauseating. Christ didn’t Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath come from the UK? What was with this blaring sissy music? So upon returning, another thing I did for about two days until it nauseated me was to listen to country music. I don’t care much for that genre but it was so not Euro, that I just had to do it.
Similarly I went to Tokyo for 3 weeks, and I ate a lot of McDonalds. However Tokyo it was easier to find a good steak, and I did like Shabu-Shabu or Swish-Swish, whatever it’s called.
In all cases I liked the local beers, except the Guiness type heavy stuff. The scottish women were just yuck the first time, but when I went back it seemed they discovered tanning salons, and streaked-multi colored hair so they looked much better. Dutch women I just loved, tall, thin, with nice backsides. I kind of liked the Japanese girls, but it seemed like I could throw them 20 feet. You can’t breed football players with a 4’11” 80 pound woman. I am 6’1″ barely above average and I felt like a Giant in Shin-Juku city down at the train station.
In any case no voluntary trips in smelly tubes for me. It’s either corporate based or I won’t go. I recently passed on an option to go to India on business. I follow the Anabolic Diet, and what would I eat for two weeks over there? Actually the new version is called the Metabolic Diet.
