No more bright lights...
I'm in a hotel room in N’djamena, Chad-- watching a made for TV rip-off of The Karate Kid on a fuzzy screen. "Mr. Miyagi" looks either Indonesian or maybe Filipino in this version--- and the faux "Karate Kid" is a blond-haired dude who just finished up a musical montage by, believe it or not, running down a beach. With characteristically perfect timing, the "Karate Kid's" archrival, as all bad guys do, rolled down the window of his limo in order to watch said "Karate Kid" training on the beach. Hollywood is indeed a thing of beauty. And by the way, the whole thing is dubbed into French. Ouch.
It took me over 27 hours to go from Hong Kong to central Africa. Last week's promo tour for "Somewhere in China" was fantastic, and completely hectic. I flew out of Hong Kong--- known for it's neon, and landed in Chad after dark, a place almost completely devoid of light. Flying in to central Africa was disorienting. None of the recognizable signs of a city-- just faint embers and dying filaments eking out their existence on the black earth below.
The city neon to the city noir.
It took me over 27 hours to go from Hong Kong to central Africa. Last week's promo tour for "Somewhere in China" was fantastic, and completely hectic. I flew out of Hong Kong--- known for it's neon, and landed in Chad after dark, a place almost completely devoid of light. Flying in to central Africa was disorienting. None of the recognizable signs of a city-- just faint embers and dying filaments eking out their existence on the black earth below.
The city neon to the city noir.
posted by dealing with vagaries... at
5:30 PM
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So where else are you stopping in Central Africa? Zambia stole a little piece of my heart.....
Keep safe in Chad. If you are ever in danger -- remember to wax on, wax off. And don’t forget to breathe!
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