It's interesting how changing what appears when you open your back door lifts a floodgate that might be masking your imagination. My imagination needed a jump start and my backpack needed dusting off. So if you've been paying attention to my spotty blogging, I took a trip and met a whole new culture and another group of people. And while much is the same, a lot is different. The weather for one. It's averaged mid twenties here. While at home it's wavering between single digits over zero and -20 - bear in mind that's all Celsius and no I'm not converting it for you, I'm having enough problems of my own with that.
Like - "Why the heck are you driving so fast?" I believe I asked...before considering conversion possibilities. "The speed limit is 35." 35 miles an hour that is, not kilometers. But of course I have my neck cricked at an odd angle looking for the local sheriff anyway. I've read about him and all his tough guy patrolling of borders (hey, I'm just reporting it as I read it) hunting for smuggling of all kinds.
And then there are the other kinds of stories, those not quite so serious and in some instances, just plain entertaining. Stories of aliens from another planet and even alien burrows, lost gold and forgotten mines, Elvis sightings and... Yes, the stories go on, urban legends, fodder for tourists and in some instances, real mysteries.
Underground culture, the best feeding ground for a writer's imagination. Don't get me wrong, every place has it, you're just more apt to look for it when you're new to a place. That's one of the lures of travel - the newness of it all.
So the notebook is out, the pen is out of ink and there's little time and more stories to be had.
There's secrets in those shadows.
What makes your day?
Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com
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