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Oct. 8th, 2010 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camrogersThere's a word for the disconnect between how something smells and how that thing actually tastes. Coffee, for example, is a good example of what can be a wide disconnect: it can smell great but taste like crap. One of the best matches is supposed to be chocolate: it tastes as good as it smells, and it tastes how you'd expect it to taste based on the smell.
This random factoid brought to you by my water bottle. Icelandic water was the purest, most refreshing I've ever tasted... but smelled like rotten eggs. All that sulphur.
A guy who works here is possibly a direct descendant of Shakespeare and his great grandfather was one of the two men to first scale Kilamanjaro. He's travelled a lot. Been shot at in Africa. Rode in trucks across that land mass. Stuff like that.
I hated this job before I left; really, really hated it. Now I'm grateful for it. It's funnelling cash into my account at a very comfortable rate, and gives me the right amount of time to plan. I won't have that luxury the next time I come back from someplace, probably. Hopefully by then the journo angle will have built up to a decent cruising speed, and that'll take some of the financial load.
It's a nice feeling, that the mechanism's clicking. That I can relax a little.
Stephen (the guy behind me) was saying there's three types of journalism when it comes to travel: go there and tell stories about the locals, go with a mission and bumble around and tell it for a laugh. Basically. Sounds about right. I like the first two. Was talking to a friend last night, and we both agreed that war reporters seemed able to handle the job because their assignments were usually structured and finite. Prepare, get in, endure, get out, relax. I like the idea of doing this with purpose.
In the short term I think the plan has to be:
- maintain a decent level of physical fitness
- get my first aid cert
- driver's license.
Hard to believe I still don't have that last one.
This random factoid brought to you by my water bottle. Icelandic water was the purest, most refreshing I've ever tasted... but smelled like rotten eggs. All that sulphur.
A guy who works here is possibly a direct descendant of Shakespeare and his great grandfather was one of the two men to first scale Kilamanjaro. He's travelled a lot. Been shot at in Africa. Rode in trucks across that land mass. Stuff like that.
I hated this job before I left; really, really hated it. Now I'm grateful for it. It's funnelling cash into my account at a very comfortable rate, and gives me the right amount of time to plan. I won't have that luxury the next time I come back from someplace, probably. Hopefully by then the journo angle will have built up to a decent cruising speed, and that'll take some of the financial load.
It's a nice feeling, that the mechanism's clicking. That I can relax a little.
Stephen (the guy behind me) was saying there's three types of journalism when it comes to travel: go there and tell stories about the locals, go with a mission and bumble around and tell it for a laugh. Basically. Sounds about right. I like the first two. Was talking to a friend last night, and we both agreed that war reporters seemed able to handle the job because their assignments were usually structured and finite. Prepare, get in, endure, get out, relax. I like the idea of doing this with purpose.
In the short term I think the plan has to be:
- maintain a decent level of physical fitness
- get my first aid cert
- driver's license.
Hard to believe I still don't have that last one.
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Date: 2010-10-08 08:55 am (UTC)Why? A lot Melbourney-folks have got close to 40 and never learnt.
IIRC, Neef, P-Cat and someone else have only just got their learners.
Public transport is friendly, it's still possible to rent central, and cars are massive money pits.
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Date: 2010-10-08 07:35 pm (UTC)