transient

i wake up in another hotel room and struggle to remember which country i am in, although i remember perfectly the project i am working on and what i need to do. i grab a diet coke out of the mini bar and open my computer. some minutes later, i trot down to another hotel breakfast and find myself again picking through the same food you get in every hotel in the western world. i lament that european hotels dont have the nice variety of australian and asian ones at breakfast. i would prefer some rice and vegetables, but in Europe i always end up settling for the eggs (they are always there, waiting for me in a metal trough). i will then pack my stuff, check out, go discuss fossil fuels, return to an airport and fly somewhere, check into another hotel and repeat the process.
i have left england at least once a week since August, and there have been several weeks i have only made it back to london at the weekends. i end up in the oddest of places, ones you would struggle to find on maps in peculiar corners of europe: Leeds, Tampere, Bilbao. it is a rather peculiar existence, but at least not a monotonous one....or is it?