Sunday, 4 May 1986: Boredom and Self-Pity Aren’t Pretty
8:00 PM, Figtree Hotel, Nelspruit, eastern Transvaal
Alone again in a hotel room with a bottle of wine and my little Brother typewritter. This is becoming a recurring pattern.
The last couple days I’ve become bored riding around looking at tourist attractions with Louise from the South African Tourist Board (SATOUR). After collecting me this morning at the guest house where I was staying in White River, Louise stopped to pick up a guy with no explanation as to who he was. I guessed he was her boyfriend. He appeared to be in his early 20s and had a very short haircut so maybe he is in the military. They spoke Afrikaans to each other for most of the day and tended to ignore me.
It was unseasonably foggy and rainy, and we drove around looking at waterfalls and a mining town. I got a few photos but had lost most of my enthusiasm for the tour by the end of the day. A good tourist I am not. As a conventional travel writer, I’d be a flop. I have little interest in the boring stuff in the Sunday travel sections of newspapers, so I can’t imagine how I would get myself motivated to write this kind of material.
Bridal Veil Falls near Sabie, eastern
Transvaal
For me personally, this whole trip is a challenge. The daily writing helps me maintain some
semblance of sanity. Nights are the
worst as I keep having melancholy dreams about my mother who died five years
ago, high school and college friends, and my ex-wife. In the dreams, I am interacting with these
people but when I wake up I remember I’ve either lost them or they are no
longer part of my life. I’m a guy
without a country, without a home, without a family (except for my eccentric
father in Florida), without a career.
I’m not looking for anyone to feel sorry for me. This is simply my path, and I suppose I have
no choice but to embrace it.
May 1, Crocodile Motel, Nelspruit
What else would I do now? Go back
to the USA? Where would I go? To San Diego to live with my ex- (we are still
on good terms) although I wonder how our lives would mesh in any meaningful
way? Back to Colorado? Certainly I have good friends there, but I
had become bored with the life I was living there. And what the fuck am I going to do after next
March, at the latest, when my South African visa expires and this little
adventure ends? I can’t imagine going
back to a regular office job for any length of time. College teaching is out as there are no good
jobs given my lack of a Ph.D.
Environmental consulting work is probably out as it appears the market has
dried up. And forget going back to magazine
editing, a long story that I’m not going to get into right now. Suppose I’ll figure out something, even if
it’s in Timbuktu.
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