More Nomad Chronicals

I lead a restless kind of life

wandering around, my only vise.

I get bord so easy, no one can understand,

the only thing to do, is wander the land.

I rode up Table Mountain, loving the heights,

but a week later I had Zambia in my sights.

I checked out Vic Falls, what a wonderful view,

but couldn't help thinking, what can I see a-new?

I went diving in Tofo, thinking I would never leave.

A week later I found myself in Malawi.

Monkey Bay was fun, for the time I was there,

though I was distracted, with Tanzania in the cross hair.

Zanzibar is a place, people stay for eternity,

unless you are me, not done with the journey.

Africa is great, not to be missed,

and with Asia next door, what more can one wish?

I flew into Bangkok, flip flops and all,

not one second, would I stall.

My friends all said "Thailand, what a good idea"

but a couple weeks later, I woke up in Cambodia.

I went to the beach, I went to the temples,

right about then, life seemed real simple.

That night I dreamed of great beauty, in a far away land,

It seemed like a new passport stamp was soon at hand.

Vietnam, now that was a treat,

but all of the sudden, Laos sounded real neat.

If I continue this story, I think you'll see,

wandering the world, is the only thing for me.

the things I see are never enough,

when greener pastures can be seen over the bluff.