Return to Richland

Today I discovered that writing a blog post with American pancakes on the side, is a lot better than not.

Travelling is a mixture of dull and exciting times…unless you are a fan of dullness when it just becomes one high octane trip for you.  My dull part was waking up half an hour into the flight from Heathrow, only to find we were still on the runway and my exciting bit, nay, exhilarating in fact was to fly through the rain clouds and enter a vast amphitheatre of cloud cathedral structures.  It is easy to imagine why people back in preflight days thought there were civilizations atop these fluffy white cotton wool boats of the sky.

Through searching the ‘net I came up with a an actual tribe that did (kind of) live on the clouds.  The Chachapoya people – also known as the Warriors of the Cloud, were an Andean culture, which were over run by the Incas just before the Spanish conquest began.  They were called Cloud warriors because they lived in so-called cloud forests, that have low-level cloud cover throughout the year.  and they fought a bit too. 

It’s nice to learn something random everyday I find.  Anyway digressions aside, it was interesting to note the lack of built up areas from the perspective of a bird (I’m back in the plane by the way, if that wasn’t clear), when all of us seem to suffer from the pent-up claustrophobia of being so close to the rest of the human race.  By instinct we clamour for others of our own race for safety whilst loathing – in some instances – the proximity with which we are.  Humans are strange creatures…he said with his detached viewpoint.

My trip took an amusing turn in Minneapolis, (special shout out to the passport control people for their sterling, albeit questionable methods of welcoming economy boosters to their country) when I came across a randomly strewn magazine discarded on a table cover down. Now being of a curious sort of nature and being bored from three hours of airport wandering.  I question why a magazine would be turned upside down, so I reverse the action to reveal the wonderfully informative cover ‘Our 9th annual best days of the rut: 21 expert strategies and tips for the top deer dates of 2013’.  To which I uttered the immortal words God Bless America.

Again, apologies for not hitting up your blogs as often as usual, normal service shall be resumed soon.  Thanks for reading post 198!