i suddenly realise that i love travelling, but my bottom-of-the-bottle financial status almost never allowed me to prove that to you. i hope that 100$ bills will fall down from the clouds, and my travel suitcase will be filled with visa stamps, or suggestive stickers like in this illustration. oh wait, i don’t even have a suitcase! ) from all the places i’d want to go, the first choice it would be JAMAICA, not only for the vast crops of high grade ganja, as u obviously thought, but for the spiritual people who live there, descendents of the first slaves brought here from Ghana, the lack of modern industry and corporation free markets and streets, the great food, good vibes, and my most missed feeling, which is silence.  and, of course, herbs, tons of them.  

 

 

also! there is another way of travelling,also called mind exploring. try some psychoactives, the best travel agencies you’ll find when you’re too lazy to move, or to poor to actually travel, but i’m sure if you get to read this, i’m sure you’re one of my stoner friends, so u don’t need a guide to this.

ps: i am not part of the romglish generation, i’m using english to get used to it, due to my imminent departure to London, and to filter readers. cheerie-oh!