29 March 2016
23 March 2016
|First postcard to Mariana in Glasgow...from Hanoi|
My postcard list is growing and I am delighted! If you asked for a postcard from me on my last post, consider it duly noted. If you would still like to receive one, please leave a comment or email me firstname.lastname@example.org. I would be happy to write to you!
16 March 2016
11 March 2016
It is 5:15pm on Friday afternoon in Saigon and the house is extraordinarily still. I call this the bewitching hour, when I have the house utterly and completely to myself. I wander from space to space, inside and out, enjoying the silence. It is the time of day when my thoughts run away from me and when I realise it is best to just let them run and play. Given my nature, it won't last long so it is best to enjoy it while I can.
I am going to let them run and play all the way to Antarctica. Why? Because I can.
Mr. H and I have a travel bucket list and I have to admit Antarctica has been somewhere on it...until now.
We have had family and friends return from recent trips to Antarctica singing poetically about their travel experiences. Each time I hear a "YOU MUST GO TO ANTARCTICA' my heart starts to do a little dance. I am not sure if it's the thought of the extreme cold or the possibility that I will will fall in love with the vast wilderness of it all.
Enter Joan Lawson, who I have come to appreciate as a pollarhullar, a danish word for a person with the yearning for the polar regions. I have read that a victim of pollarhullar will forever be drawn back to the very extremities of the Earth. Joan has been to Antarctica 14 times and looks forward to the next trip. I am hoping pollarhullar is not contagions but based on Joan's writing and peoples comments about their experiences I think it might be.