tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883441679021307035.post8072141009835133585..comments2009-04-02T07:53:11.272-04:00Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150744981746333959paulstravelblog@mac.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883441679021307035.post-32773309902290978412009-04-02T07:53:00.000-04:002009-04-02T07:53:00.000-04:00Hey dudes,<BR/><BR/>I see you are in Delhi now, how is it? My work took away the access to blogs so I cannot follow during the day. They are trying to kill our creativity. <BR/><BR/>Any crazy stories since we met? How did the little islamic suburb of London end up?<BR/><BR/>joshJoshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00335613718771509917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883441679021307035.post-61982250979422145722009-04-02T04:17:00.000-04:002009-04-02T04:17:00.000-04:00Is it me or is the desert so boring? I can't imagine what it would be like to wander through countless tones of sand ...Tudor Branhttp://www.grand-tirolia.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883441679021307035.post-2945424314333739402009-03-20T04:04:00.000-04:002009-03-20T04:04:00.000-04:00This post reminds me of the Wordsworth poem --- <BR/><BR/>The world is too much with us late and soon,<BR/>Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers,<BR/>Little we see in Nature that is ours<BR/><BR/>We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!<BR/>This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,<BR/>The winds that will be howling at all hours,<BR/>And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,<BR/>For this, for everything, we are out of tuneShannoreply@blogger.com