Additional Poetry of Travelling and Melancholy feelings
Crazy as wrote this poem one night while smoking a couple or 4 doobies! As started reminiscing about travelling & here's da result! Tho accidently deleted lot of it when fell asleep while writing it! So if it sounds a bit fucked up well U know why! LOL "whatever happens-happens trip to Namibia after an awesome time in South Africa " feel not a tourist but rather adventurer and traveller simply purchasing a ticket from wicket to wicket only destinations known, with no clue as to what will happen or will do, length of away time makes no difference and all fine last trip pre pandemic to namibia, south part Africa flew by, though 5 weeks length great busing 1 way, flying back was fate between time no actual plan, out of capetown begining jan after n.y.e. party, arriving windhoek travelling all night it took got off bus undecided where going, calls of rides by taxi drivers flowing to wherever not quite sure then guy met on bus trip tho bit of a blur called to join him in...