Just woke up this morning and felt like a machine. Made a cup of tea. Tried to avoid the sugar. Switched on the laptop. Tapped away on emails. Made a million skype calls. Forgot to eat lunch. Realized at 4 pm. Ate something. Drank 1 cup of coffee. Worked some more. Went biking. Auto pilot mode.
And, I remember some days of my travel was very much like this. I would wake up and not even remember where I was. Go get some coffee. Tap away on my laptop. Sit around in parks or squares and people watch. At the same time, not one memory would stay in my head. Was so transient. And, end of the day, I would be starving. I would have forgotten to eat lunch. All auto pilot mode.
Sounds boring as hell right. But, there are moments when you are actually in this auto pilot mode, you are in a trance. Whether it is work, travel, biking, there are things that put you in a trance mode. (And, it didn’t always involve music).
I left home this evening and rode towards Regents park. I avoided the potholes (yes London has them too) and Black cabs and Red buses with ease. Moved like a snake between the traffic and loved it. When you are riding, you sometimes don’t have any memory of how many signals you crossed, what turns you took.. you just flow through the traffic avoiding it. The tail lights put me in a trance. I don’t know how long it took me but I was in the park in about 40 tail lights.
And, I remember those days on long bus journeys in Argentina. I used to sit right in the front of the bus. I used to look at the tail lights of the vehicles that overtook us. I used to check out the number plates. Get into a trance. Never knew how many hours I spent on the bus except the freaky memory of number plates mixed with car colour and mile markers.
And, then I reached Regents park. I told myself I would at least ride around 5 times. And, I was looking for my trance mode. The greenery around doesn’t help. It was an empty road except for all the super fast road bikes overtaking me, with serious bikers. Then, I found it. The beautiful calf muscles that whizzed past me. Every other minute. Pedaling away. Chase chase chase. Ride faster. Catch up. Don’t let those calf muscles get out of sight. Before I knew it, I was done with 5 rounds and my mind hadn’t given up on me and neither had my calf muscles.
Anyway, what is the point of all this?
I guess when you are going to throw yourself into a freaky routine, you need to find your trance.
September looks pretty good I say.