The Tourist

I am at Cornell U now, traveling with a few guys in a rental car. We are staying at a graduating senior's place for a few days. Cornell smells different. The air is cleaner here, lots of trees around. Quite a secluded area. The college is thick with tradition, it stinks.

Yesterday we went to New York City, but it was raining heavily and the fog was at our feet. Ground Zero is now a restricted construction site. Rode the Subway, went to Chinatown. Times Square reminded me of Japan's neon lights metropolis at night.

We drove from Minnesota to MIT for 22 hours plus straight. Ramzanul is the driver, Anas is the navigator -- I just sit at the back seat and enjoy the view; the hypeman. Never before have I eaten so many fish burger and French fries in such a short period of time.

From MIT, we went to Brown U to pick up stuffs that Anas left when he came to Minnesota. But we arrived late and the storage office was already closed -- Anas decided to ask his ex-roommates to sell/donate the stuff instead. Then, we moved to Cornell.

From the looks of it, this trip is going to be like any other trips I've been to in the past. Nothing particularly memorable; gift shops, buildings, farmlands, monuments. Yesterday in the car, suddenly I recall why I don't travel that much; why I am not a good tourist.

I'm not easily amused.

Much of my time spent in the car, I sit silently, looking out the car window, thinking. Ideas, reflection, thoughts. The blog is to be updated as soon as I get back home Tuesday. Can't wait for this to be over. Halfway through the trip and I'm already bored.