24 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 064 I have followed the river

I have followed the river, it extends and leads to the paradox of man and his will
For I am free only to choose from the available options that nature presents, presents along its banks
I do not control the outcome of my own choices nor are these outcomes aligned with my intentions
but rather controlled by an environment I am not equipped to understand
You could come to believe most anything, in an endless pursuit of the answers, who am I to say
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26 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

09/26 Frankfurt, Germany

With all the time I’ve been spending on trains I started to find it difficult to sleep without the cluttering of wheel against rail.  I had an address of a hostel in Frankfurt that somebody had suggested along the way.  It was late and dark when I reached Frankfurt and I didn’t have the best luck making sense of the piece of paper I was carrying.  (more…)

26 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 14

I headed northwest along the France’s coast from Paris and then into the wine region, retuning back to Paris.

France: Paris, Versailles, Fontanebleau, Rouen, Amiens, Reims, Paris, Chartres, Le Mans, Rennes, Dol, St Malo, Mont-St-Michel, Dinan, Dol, Remnes, Savenay, Labaule, St. Nazaire, Nates, Angers, Blois, Paris

28 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

09/28 Baden-Baden, Germany

I woke up with a serious problem.  I don’t know if it was the combination of the exercise the other day, the consumption of alcohol or both but my arms had stiffened to the point where I could not extend them beyond a forty five degree angle.  I tried carried my bags first in one hand and then the other using the weight of the bags to help stretch out my muscles, very scary. (more…)

29 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

09/29 Strasborg, Germany

I stopped in Karlsuhe for something to eat and decided to head through Offerberg and then into Strasborg for a day or two.  I had had four consecutive days of good weather and today was no different.  The water just smiled back with the reflection of the autumn leaves.  I loved the way the city was broken into pieces by the water.   (more…)