Ah, nice to hear your voice Kris. Is this pretty straight--meaning, pretty much a factual account? It has a different feel to it than that last story (which I took to be fictionalized, if not fiction). What I like is how much I can see the scene, without you being excessive in your description.
Cheers Tom. Yep, all the travel stuff on here is factual accounts. Gyumri by night is pretty grim. By day, if the weather's nice, it's not too bad a place.
So swamped with work at the moment, hence why no new material's being posted. Fortunately there's plenty in the archives, especially travel stuff from the days when life permitted adventures. Yep, everything happened as you read it. Even the photos were taken at the exact points written about in the story. Funny thing is, this felt like just another night in Relax. My hosts weren't at all moved by the action.
I am jealous of your exciting travel times, your ability to recall them, and your ability to put your recollections into lovely words. Not so much your gastrointestinal distress. This aspect is far too close to my neurotic heart and I feel stressed just thinking about unknown toilets, timing and transport.
Cheers mate. Although it's not so much down to an impecable memory but rather that I filled notebooks and notebooks on every trip I made from the age of 19 up until 30. Couldn't afford to ever go abroad as a kid, so as soon as I was old enough to go out and explore I put into practice everything I'd learnt from an adolesence spent reading travel books and fantasising about different peoples, cultures and languages.
It makes me happy that people enjoy hearing/reading the stories. Thanks a lot.
Ah, nice to hear your voice Kris. Is this pretty straight--meaning, pretty much a factual account? It has a different feel to it than that last story (which I took to be fictionalized, if not fiction). What I like is how much I can see the scene, without you being excessive in your description.
Cheers Tom. Yep, all the travel stuff on here is factual accounts. Gyumri by night is pretty grim. By day, if the weather's nice, it's not too bad a place.
Love it Kris! Good movement throughout. No stagnant parts. It's like I was there with you.
And these lines made me chuckle:
"I desire a bed, a toilet, and nothing else."
"I ask Luis if we are heading to a sausage party."
Plus--this really happened??!! What fun you've had... :)
Keep writing, my friend!
Thanks Maegan! Encouraging words!
So swamped with work at the moment, hence why no new material's being posted. Fortunately there's plenty in the archives, especially travel stuff from the days when life permitted adventures. Yep, everything happened as you read it. Even the photos were taken at the exact points written about in the story. Funny thing is, this felt like just another night in Relax. My hosts weren't at all moved by the action.
I am jealous of your exciting travel times, your ability to recall them, and your ability to put your recollections into lovely words. Not so much your gastrointestinal distress. This aspect is far too close to my neurotic heart and I feel stressed just thinking about unknown toilets, timing and transport.
Awesome work as always.
Cheers mate. Although it's not so much down to an impecable memory but rather that I filled notebooks and notebooks on every trip I made from the age of 19 up until 30. Couldn't afford to ever go abroad as a kid, so as soon as I was old enough to go out and explore I put into practice everything I'd learnt from an adolesence spent reading travel books and fantasising about different peoples, cultures and languages.
It makes me happy that people enjoy hearing/reading the stories. Thanks a lot.
There's always a threat of menace hanging in your stories. Creates a tense reading experience. Well done.
Also, cheery prostitute made me laugh and wince all at once.
Just the kind of guy I am. Investigating danger so you don't have to. 😆