PS:
… says the Inuit, drinking from the glacial stream, and “I have lived in this land for over 5,000 years.” Today saw just the trailer of Greath North - movie, but I’ll watch the rest of it tonight. When I first came to Canada some years ago, my teacher Michael from Hong Kong talked a lot about Canadian history , Inutis, Robert Flaherty and his world-famous silent documentary “Nanook of the North.” So, many years later Adamie Inukpuk, Nanooks grandson is taking us to Great North again to show us where he and his family have been living for several generations. He played his grandfather Nanook in Kabloonak movie fifteen years ago.
I am getting irritated over my helmet hair - look these days while I am waiting for my hair to grow out from short spike to medium long length. In the meantime I am constantly trying to plant my nerves and get my mind on something else, and this article from National Geographic about the 25 best new adventure tours for 2010 on Adventure Travel will help me enormously, at least for a couple of weeks. Switch from reality to daydreaming: If I just had $9,000 I would join Patagonian guide Martin Jones for three weeks in March 2010 when he’ll be leading the first ever guided horseback from Chile’s Pacific shores through the Andes to Argentina’s Atlantic coast:
You’ll pick your way along stock trails across central Patagonia, climbing 8,200-foot mountain passes and dropping down into the Chubut River Valley, continuing through the Argentine lowlands, and ending at the Valdés Peninsula.

It has been ages ago since I posted a song for your nomadic ear. Chris Rea is coming to Prague in February next year, so Goran and I talked about him last night. Here is one of his best songs ever:
On the restless road to nowhere
Theres no certain peace it seems
Desire to keep on moving
Till the river of dreams
Is it just because someone told you
Is it just because you found
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around
When allegiance asks the questions
Old freedom twists and turns
And chokes on codes of honour
On the sword of no return
And its the curse of the traveller
The curse of the traveller
Got a hold of me
And it wont let you be
And in sleepless nights
Youll call her name
And feel loneliness cold to the bone
And when the daylight breaks
This old tired heart aches
To be such a long way, such a long way from home
And you long for the harbourlights
But youll never be free
Of the craving for refuge
And the call of the sea
Always wanting to sell up
But always needing to buy
So till the road leads to somewhere
And that river runs dry
Its the curse of the traveller
Aint gonna let you be
The curse of the traveller
And it sure got a hold of me
PS: Thank you G.





