Russian Roulette

One of the things you give up as a perpetual traveler is comfortably familiar places: The corner cafe where you can settle in with a book; your favorite place to take a walk; or that great restaurant where you know exactly what you’re going to order before you arrive.    The old tried and true just doesn’t exist for someone who’s changing zip codes once or twice a week.  Normally that’s a good thing.  But not always.

Does anyone want to place a wager on whether “John” here has any idea how to cut hair?

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3 Comments on “Russian Roulette”

  1. Chris H. July 7, 2010 at 7:40 am #

    You could always get some trimmers and let Shannon loose on your locks!

    How is the grocery shopping? I get frustrated every time my supermarket puts things in a different place, so I can’t imagine having to find my way around new food stores on a regular basis. I suppose the further you get away from larger towns, the more difficult it is to find the ingredients you need, also.


    • Brian July 7, 2010 at 8:21 am #

      Mostly we haven’t had too much of a problem with grocery shopping (although our ring of store cards is getting somewhat large). It may get more difficult in some places, and we’ll probably have to acquire some regional recipes, but I’m actually looking forward to that.

      Shopping takes longer, of course. But it isn’t really frustrating because we expect to have to search for stuff going in (which is different from cursing the store manager for deliberately making your life more difficult). And we’ve found that is true with nearly everything we encounter. A lot of what we take away from travel has to do with our original expectations. If we go someplace expecting it to be just like home, then we usually only find frustration. But if we were looking for someplace just like home, why bother leaving in the first place?


  2. Grant July 12, 2010 at 12:29 am #

    Come on mate!!! That is one of the memorable things about extended travel – the bad haircuts and unfamiliar barbers… I still remember one from Ko Pha Ngan in Thailand… Scarred me for life…


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