Where in the world is Garry

I don’t believe I am being insensitive to the fact that some people like to have a drink or even worse, some people cannot help but have a drink. However, whose ever statistics you are want to believe there are not enough alcoholics in the population to fill the bar at Manchester Airport at 7.00 in the morning. So, it must be the psychology of being on or going on holiday that makes all the difference. But still, 7.00 in the morning? Why do I care?

Well for me the morning is my favourite part of the day. From about 11 am onwards it is pretty much over for me and down hill all the way. The morning presents an infinite amount of possibilities for change and self improvement; I am at my most creative and contemplative and it saddens me to see this sacred part of the day soiled. For me the morning is its own narcotic and needs nothing else, I seek no haven from this reality. Henry David Thoreau puts this so much more eloquently than I ever could, here he is Ladies and Gentleman, Henry David Thoreau, a very clever man;

The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night. Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the air – to a higher life than we fell asleep from; and thus the darkness bears its fruit, and proves itself to be good, no less than the light. That man who does not believe that each day contains an earlier, more sacred, and auroral hour than he has yet profaned has despaired of life, and is pursuing a descending and darkening way.

Henry David Thoreau

Yes, there is a golf course in the middle of Bangkok International Airport

Paradise Lost - Koh Samui, Thailand, January 2006

No Beer for Breakfast