I’m on a train to Boston as I write this and will eventually post it later. There is something to be said about those who are good travelers and those who are not. Some people look at the journey as the boring part of getting to one’s destination. I find that hard to accept. I constantly find myself looking at the country side to see what’s new or different. Just to watch the world pass by. Even when I’m flying, watching the wisps of clouds fly by the side of the plane. There’s always so much to see. How can you get bored?
Napping or sleeping even becomes difficult. I have to tell myself that there is nothing to see. Give up. Close your eyes and pass out for a little while. It pains me to a certain extent that I might miss something. Even as I write this, I’m constantly looking away just to catch a glimpse of the New England coastline as we stroll along. Quite simply, this is some amazing country side. Crap loads of people with too much money, but good none the less.
It’s almost reminiscent of being in Japan. However the people on this train speak english, but often in a funny way. They’re not as friendly either. And there is no easy way to understand where we have been and where we are going to be next. So essentially, this is nothing like Japan other than the fact that I’m on a train. Instead of going to Tokyo or Yokohama, I’m going to Boston.