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A colleague recently told me that his neighbour retired. The neighbour started his new life by leaving his old life in the dumpster, including art and his university diploma.

I find this to be highly inspirational.

Everything that doesn't have sentimental value must go.
This includes my rock collection which never meant anything to anyone but me. The rocks weren't particularly good specimens. They were simple reminders of the places I visited, and I can still recognize where they were collected even though they remain unlabeled.
Tan mudstone from Mt. Nebo, burial place of Moses.
Red sandstone from Petra.
Petrified wood from the Arabian desert.
Sand from the Dahna sand sea, and the Rub Al Khali or Empty Quarter.
All gone.

I want to close my eyes, and when I open them, be in a bar in Bahrain.
Decompressing.
Unemployed.

The movers start tomorrow, and are supposed to finish March 30.
I leave Saudi Arabia March 31.
Place your bets everyone.

REDEX.
Welcome Back
From your Holidays.
Hope you post some Pictures,
Of your Trip.
Stay Blessed.

...im off to Dubai tonight, going to play in the desert in off road buggies, then go skiing in Ski Dubai, get some xmas presents...

Last week we did a 10 days trip in Nepal. We got a group coming from different countries and collected in Kathmandu. We started up our Buddhist Tour on 10th of July from kathmandu to Maratika -260 kilometer/8 hours drive with 4WD Japanese jeep. In Maratika, we spent 2 nights and we did a wonderful meditation in Manjushree cave. It was such a powerful cave(spiritually). Then we came back to kathmandu then did a sightseeing with a wonderful tour guide in world heritage sites in kathmandu. Then took breathtaking scenic flight to Lumbini to the birth place of Lord Buddha. Spent 2 nights there too and back in Kathmandu with the same sort of flight. Then we went to NamoBuddha 2 hours drive in one of the loveliest Buddhist pilgrimage sites. All the tours we did with wonderful meditation and lovely healing in different monasteries and caves.

Good morning my cs family

I need some info .

Does anyone know if Asian countries issue something like schengen visa?

selfie 2............

Historically, a stage coach is a horse drawn carriage from the old West that often carried passengers, mail and money (usually gold or silver) across America. Having a driver alone was too dangerous if they carried bullion, so a second person was hired as protection against attacks by bandits or (as they were called in that period) Indians.
The second person carried a shotgun (and or rifles and handguns) and sat alongside the driver. Usually, this tipped off the bandits as a lone driver carried no money.

The phrase 'Riding Shotgun' was coined as the person sitting next to the driver and still carries over into modern times... hopefully without the guns!

Nobody wanted to sit in the back seat, so when dad wanted his kids to accompany him on a trip it was a duel as to who got to sit up front. The car had a bench seat and some models were large enough to hold 3, but as we grew older and bickering occurred only one could have the position of shotgun.

The same thing happened when I was in a band and we were old enough to have a license to drive. Frank had a van that carried some of our equipment to rehearsal. If you didn't call shotgun and be the first, you had to sit on the floor of the van... without much air conditioning.

I remember Bob called "Universal Shotgun" and Jay said "Only if you'd like to be ejected from the group"



Junior Walker and The All-Stars performing SHOTGUN on the 1966 TV show HULLABALOO

28 days to go &ill be on my way to Bali for my long awaited trip there. im really looking forward to it even though Im going on my own but theirs no reason why I cant enjoy it just as much!!

Do you love outdoor?

Wow, what an art. Painted in red, orange, fiery yellow, purple, green, all in one view.

I can't ask for more, what about you?

Please feel free to share your surroundings and let's all enjoy.

This was last weekend on drive to the mountains.





Last April in the Bahamas



In Mid West

I used to love to travel. Canada, Australia, Africa, America, Europe, been there (bits of) and done that (most of). I still like exploring new places, but the problem is getting there.

Flying is pure misery. I've got long legs, I'm claustrophobic, and I hate crowds. Being wedged in a cramped seat a mile above the ground in a metal tube with a few hundred people is about as close to hell as I hope to get. Chomping valium like smarties is all very well but seriously messes up the first day or two of the holiday.

I never felt the urge to go on a sea cruise. Being trapped in a hotel which is bobbing up and down doesn’t immensely appeal.

And I live on an island. There's only so far cars and trains will get me. Yes, I know there's a tunnel to Europe. See claustrophobic, above.

Failing friendly aliens, I will have to wait patiently for the invention of an effective and efficient teleporter. One which doesn’t need to be checked for flies or for that matter cockroaches or any other life form that could be incorporated into my DNA.