Not so informative update

You might have noticed that my blog output has deteriorated of late and for that my faithful reader(s), you have my apologies, though I hesitate to promise more frequent updates. I am back from Cancun and the trip already seems like a fading memory, one that I will surely recall on distant damp, rainy days or when next I find myself in the numbing throes of winter's chilly embrace. It was an unbelievable vacation, a great much-needed rest and for the time being I remain rejuvenated and ready again to take on the world.

I actually have finished a much-delayed shisha/hookah/nargila session on my balcony and perhaps that is why I am waxing rhetoric. With a bowl of chopped fruit and berries and the Arabic-tinged sounds of Buddha Bar filling as soundtrack, it was another needed escape from everyday monotony. As my eyes slowly acclimatised to the dark cityscape in front of me, the flavour-filled smoke filling my lungs, I came to the realization that the Bedouins or whoever invented this stuff were on to something. After a few puffs I felt no stress, no worries, in fact no thoughts at all (well, besides those of the Bedouins and their long-wandering genius).

And that is where my night ends. I will, at some point, be back. To blog away of my adventures, and misadventures, my aim to provide myself with a few moments of self-reflection, and perhaps entertain a little along the way.

--Marto

Idle chatter...

I've never been one for idle chatter, and perhaps that's why people think I am a quiet person.

As an example, and I think I might have brought this situation up in prior blogs, a daily ritualistic conversation between myself and my concierge/doorman:

Martin (walking through the lobby of his building after a long day at the office, forces a smile and nods at the concierge, thinking this should suffice as an acknowledgment).
Concierge (looking up and friendly as usual): How are ya?
Martin (thinking nope the nod not good enough, and continuing to walk but always polite): Good thanks and you?
Concierge: Good.
Martin (now almost reaching the hall leading to the elevators): Great.
Concierge (turns to watch Martin walk away): Weather's a little damp isn't it?
Martin (thinking Jesus here we go again, stops and turns): Yup, it's raining, pretty shitty out there.
Martin (making his usual joke about Canadian vs. South African weather): Makes you wonder why my parents chose this country huh? (fake laughs)
Concierge (laughs): Oh well, it looks like it's only spitting though. Spitting's not bad, huh? It's not like it's pouring or anything.
Martin (am I seriously having this conversation): Yeah, I guess not. Anyway have a good night bud.
Martin(turning and walking hears something fading... "They say it's not getting much better this week, but on Thurs....", turns the corner, jumps in the elevator.)

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This blog is taking a week's hiatus while it's creator gets rid of his Canadian winterized glow. Stories upon my return. Sala Gashle (go well).