When in the middle of Marcos Highway on our way back to Manila the back tire of our bus suddenly fell apart and we had to wait an hour for a new ride to arrive, it helps that I’m reading a book that contains these words:
“To me, travel was not about rest and relaxation. It was action, exertion, motion, and the built-in delays were longueurs necessitated by the inevitable problem-solving of forward movement: waiting for buses and trains, enduring breakdowns that you tried to make the best of.” (Paul Theroux, Dark Star Safari: Overland from Cairo to Cape Town, 2003)
If we think of delays and mishaps as necessary, then there remains no reason to complain.
2 comments:
You gave me a new word. Longueurs. Never came across that before. Thanks Angeli.
you are welcome, unstranger. :)
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