Posts Tagged ‘USA’

Gearing up for leaving the USA

May 12, 2010

Unfortunately for those of you who look to the adventurous world of cruising and sailing as a means to escape the boredom and mind boggling complexities of normal terrestrial live, I have to burden you for just a bit with exactly that, the latter I mean, this thing we so easily call the “system”, this phenomenon we are so hardly ever willing to have a cold and hard look at, this culprit of everything holding me back from realizing my real potential, this eternal shadow that is always over there, never here, always them, never me, and above all so intrinsically tied to a can’t do nothing about it attitude. But I’m getting off track here. The fact is that our preparations for going cruising decided to take on a life on its own, leading us quite far astray from where we thought things should go. So over the next couple of days we will provide you with brief insights into this weird looking afterglow that decided to emanate from the wake of our extended stay within the comforts of that corner of the world, which so lovingly calls itself the First.

Not for the hungry

It looks like before being allowed to go and explore exotic people and places we needed to have a thorough and honestly quite painful look at possibly the least exotic country on the face of the earth. This anthropological research project designed to study the presence of any truly human qualities within the United States of America, or the lack thereof, should we find ourselves searching for them in vain, was done definitely against our will. We would have very much preferred to leave this place that was generous enough to let us live and learn inside it’s ever tightening borders for the last 14 years, with nothing but sweet memories.

Flag of the Empire

The United States of America have certainly driven the principle of trading freedom for comfort to a level rarely seen before in human history. And I suspect that whenever we use the term exotic we do imply a certain degree of discomfort in form of more or less painful differences with us reasonable beings, acknowledging that our so jealously guarded civilization is really quite limited when it comes to the actual celebration of life. We therefore suffer great thirst for excitement, this profound and boundless excitement we sense in those other or, for lack of a better word, primitive folks.