Travel Blogs from Dasman
... for me, however I don't think that I would have taken it back. Even without the partying scene, the people just merely interested me. They were very family oriented and often had a way of showing you their feelings without verbalizing. It was beautiful and the most bittersweet moment I'd ever had in my life once I left and traveled to Beijing.
(an oldie but hopefully a goodie;-) A map A map is a political statement Or is it? The state is the original map maker's client They drew the state I'm a map maker I've been to the edge of the state Many states They don't strike me Though As justifying a boundary Drawing a boundary at the edge of a state Is the ultimate mockery ...
... more than the Simple time waster she had in her shop So I said A little bit The machine rattled Shook as the time Mutely receded from its captive The smell of burnt Minutes wafted through the Shop, kind of like hair Brushing a candle flame Like my eyebrows After I refilled the camping stove Without first extinguishing it She released the latches Holding it down I picked up my Movado It looked better It had lost some ...
The twist of a throttle
Offers 50 times walking pace
Where a 1000 mile boat trip
Is no pain for the diesel slurping
House sized monster of torque
Churning a blade of metal
Unstoppable by the most persistent of Pacific doldrums
Where food tumbles in abundance
Not from branches but shelves
Oblivious to the fashion of the sun or rain
In places called
... some video as I had to watch where I was driving. I'm glad I'd put in a few months of training on Highway 30/Fahaheel Expressway beforehand otherwise I wouldn't have had the balls to join in.
Anyway, it was a great day out and quite interesting to see how a race like this was managed given the jockeys were radio controlled little whipping machines which even had speakers on them through which the driver in the car could whisper ...