Plane flights are long. I can sleep anywhere, like I mean anywhere, stairs, buses, pavements, concrete floors but even I have issues getting a good sleep on a plane. I think it has something to do with the hum, the constant fear of dribbling on the guy next to me and the fact that I’m 3 inches from someone else I don’t know, don’t want to know and sadly will be able recognise by smell within a few hours.
Travel does broaden the mind, but then again so dose picking up a book and reading some shit so WHY the fuck should you decide to spend 20 plus hours, smelling someone else, not to mention the thousands of dollars, rupees, or what ever else in the gutter needing a bailout currency in your bank on getting the fuck out of dodge.
Well put simply the world is a magical place filled with stuff that is both awesome and scary at the same time.
Take the Colosseum, the big oval thing in the middle of rome. It is what I call an engineering marvel, seriously every time I drive past it on the coach ‘ENGINEERING MARVEL’ bam right in the microphone.
Now its construction was something of a win for the Romans, it used steel pins instead of cement, this saved it, mostly, from the inevitable earth tremors that ruined half the city – side note the state of the building today is because it was ‘quarried’ by romans later on to build other shit like St Peters.
Finally the rope and pulley systems used to raise and lower lifts containing everything from gladiators to fucking surprise lions is still used today. Yep that is how unbelievable fucking awesome the Colosseum is.
‘But Glenn you said it was also scary’, hold your rampaging brain horse I’m getting there.
In the opening days it saw the deaths of 1000s of rare animals, some pitched against each other some against the poor gladiators – SURPRISE LIONS MOTHER F£CKER!
There was of course the main events the human on human action. This is where hundreds if not thousands of men, women and midgets went to their deaths fighting in mock battles. The arena had to be pumped full of perfume to hide the smell of rotting blood. The basement level was a tunnel network designed to get shit on the area and then off the fucking thing so more MOTHER FUCKERS could be killed.
So the short of it is: Colosseum = DEATH OVAL.
So there is one example of why the world rocks. So why go spend the thousands to see it, why pay a metric shit ton of cash to walk the hallways of a death oval, because to go there is to recognise its significance.
The Roman empire, controlled, and set in place the society we see today in Europe. Their technology allowed the development of the world as we know it. Visiting the relics of their age is a way of seeing where we came from.
Travel lets us discover the why to our WHAT THE FUCK!
MC is the real struggler having to keep a crowd happy inbetween what can be described as decent talent. They have to deal with the hecklers, the talkers and the damn right rude.
