Cancer treatment in India travel blog


April 10, 2016

I feel like shit again. Sorry I just spent the last hour hanging with other travelers.

I thought she was going to cry. Both the guys held my journey in reverence. Utter 100% reverence. It was touching. I am going to have to stop telling about my story but it always comes through in conversation.

I am getting sick of Cara and that fucking room. No so much Cara but the fucking room.

They were astounded of my Indian travels. I spoke not of Japan, Korea, Singapore, Vietnam, Loas, Thailand, Burma, all Europe, Peru. I did tell them of my voyage to SA.

I have an idea what those think that know of me. If I heard my story I would think of Marco Polo. In fact, he is the traveler I respect the most.

Am I a traveler or a witness? Are they the same? Surely, a witness of events as they happen. Not as they happen but as I see them happen, at that time, that date and that year. I am a reporter of my thoughts I feel sick. May 1, 2016

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