What so good about travel…
me, moving from one place to other…
what so good about airport,
crowded place with too cold air conditioned rooms, smokey alleys,
terrible yet expensive foods..
what so good about those stewardess with too tight long leg showing skirt,
tante-tante hairdo, and standard smile..
what so good about people running around,
dragging their giant travel bag,
or busy with their hand phone,
what so good about all that?
yet, travel always brings me certain fuss days or evens weeks before,
highways on the way always brings certain sense of jest..
and being here waiting always brings certain sense of melancholy,
travel..fly up and away..:)
2 January 2012 , Soeta Gate B2 (room that become too familiar lately)