When compared to ‘real life’ (kids, house, bills, fidelity), travel is an easier choice. Yes.

That being said, I somehow pick the 2 places going through terrible times to fly out of in order to get home.

India. And Thailand.

Per Mumbai – was never planning on going there and fortunately, never did. It’s bad – very, very bad. While on a train ride, an older man with a think mustache predicted it. He told me there would be trouble ‘within the month’ and of course, I nodded my head silently agreeing that there was always trouble. Kashmir. Hindus and Muslims – a ‘spot of bother’ (as the Nepalese paper so Colonially put it) is to be expected. But never thought this.

101 dead at time of writing.

127 dead at time of writing.

So that’s one country I’m to fly out of here in a week.

Then, there’s Thailand. I hung out and joked with the P.A.D. last time I was in Bangkok, shouting ‘power to the people!‘ which got me a smile. Have the bandanna and everything. I didn’t know what I was doing, just getting involved, that’s all. But they over-through a democratically elected official. I didn’t go to college and cannot tell you much of anything about politics, but something about that doesn’t sound right. Now, they’re occupying the airport. Which kills their economy. Quick – name a popular Thai export. You can’t – it’s tourism that drives that place.

I’m to be flying out of there in 2 weeks.

‘Is traveling the world wearing you out, honey?’ laughed my Mom when I called her a few days ago, reserving not only ‘biscuits n’ gravy’ for the first 3 mornings, but unlimited control over their jacuzzi.

I think it is.

No more 6-month trips for me, thank you. I’m tired.