Getting ready for another trip
Must do it while I can
Long haul flights are hard enough
Even harder after 59.
Each one I plan could be my last
I will never know
I want to see places a little off the beat
Places others may not choose to go.
Well yes, they go of course
But maybe not as much
as people who ‘do’ Europe,
for me, that holds no magic touch.
I remember my niece telling me
of one trip that she made,
to Iceland in the winter
I’ve kept that memory saved.
She was in total dark in the middle of the day,
surrounded by snow all around.
Wallowing in bathers, in a hot natural spring,
a vision which blew my mind, l want to see that ground.
Wherever I go I set myself the challenge,
a word a day of local language that I have to know.
Beginning with ‘hello’, ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’’,
“sorry” because I am bound to step on someone’s toe.
As I did in Thailand, except I hit the Mahoot on the head
with my sun umbrella. I was very quick to say “Cor tod”
he looked behind and I assume he said “do you speak Thai?”
and I was able to very quickly say “nit noy”.