Raf's Travel Diaries

Endless possibilities, yet I can only chose one when paths divert.  There are no right or wrong turns, there is just the wonder of what was in the other direction. Sometimes I go down one path, then go back to take the other one, but it is no longer there or it has distorted in a way it is no longer recognizable. And I am lost, but it doesn't really matter. It's an infinite labyrinth with no map.  Raf

I was just randomly remembering a 10Kg cheese that sat on a chair in the barn of a farm I was living in. Boy did I eat cheese those next few weeks. The cheese looked something like this, except it was on  an old chair and was cut with a rusty knife. Raf

Year 2007- Ezeiza- Hand-luggage inspection before boarding the plane. Four people in front of me in the queue; the first guy puts his man-bag through the x-ray. The immigration officer checking the screen frowns in disbelief, shakes his head and squints. He calls a second security man and points at something showing on his screen. In a matter of seconds, they are surrounded by at least half a dozen more staff from the airport. Some can't conceal their smiles but try to look serious. They take the bag, hand it back to the owner and ask him to open it. The guy does as he is told. The Security man puts his hands into the open bag and takes out a frozen chicken wrapped in a plastic bag.  Damn! we were thinking of grilling the chicken on the plane, it sounded a lot more promising than the plane food. It looked something like this. Raf

"Do not go where the path might lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail" Ralph Waldo Emerson

Making travel plans calms me down, eases my anxieties and makes me smile.  Raf (that's probably why I'll always be erratic).

"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.  Jack Kerouac Street Art- Amsterdam

Miraba hacia abajo mientras hablaba, con sus dedos nerviosos jugueteaba con un pedacito de papel. No miraba a camara para que no vieran en sus ojos la tristeza. Tosía y hablaba disimulando su deseo de estar allí poniendole una energía exagerada a la conversación. Esa noche iba a llorar, iba a soñar con ellos, iba a preguntarse porque tenía que estar tan lejos físicamente si emocionalmente lo único que quería era estar cerca. Raf