London Heathrow

London Heathrow

A foggy dawn. Just enjoyed a traditional English breakfast. And tea. Nice chat with the waitress about camping in Europe. KonTiki travel groups. She reminds me of Vanessa. I should encourage to try to do something like this herself.

On the plane seated between Brakaj a Mumbai born Texan hotelier. And Hermione. Getting her name was the beginning and end of our conversation, but with Brakaj I had a lovely conversation covering all sorts of topics.

I was reminded that it is supposedly a common thing for a fellow who has fulfilled his domestic obligations to become itinerant. A pilgrim. A seeker after things spiritual. India has both extremes. The ancient and profound spiritual traditions along side raw commercialism and materialism. He has an uncle and family still living on the land and is drawn to return… looking forward to it. His children could care less about India. One a doctor the other an engineer. So it goes. I discovered the same disconnect with Gavin regarding Germany and feel some it the same indifference to that old country myself. No pull to go there this time.

This meal should hold me until I get to Kabul hostel. A little hard to believe that I will be there in Barcelona this afternoon. Feels good to connect easily with those who are open to it.