Ectal 6: Pulling out of Ricardo and the Dusk is Falling Fast

Cloudscape, Prij, 2008

Like previous holidays I've set off with a number of intentions. Usually this involves actually finishing a book, and always involves trying to turn fragmentary blog drafts into proper articles. Sometimes I get sidetracked with writing a travel-diary, rather than writing vignettes or observational insights.

This year I brought two books: The Lost World, and Neuromancer (yes, its second trip). I never started on either. Although I didn't finish the holdover installments of the GA-Slag, I did finish some non-diary pieces which precede this post. Probably because I've done nothing throughout this holiday - there are more photos of the journey than anything else. Really jettisoned all concerns. I briefly forgot I had a job.

Two weeks later, on the plane again. And for once I was on the scenic side. As we rose into the sky at 8, the Sun halted its descent, and Mt Teide began rising from 270km away. After an extra hour the Sun disappeared and the moon began its long fall, until at midnight only the gloaming was left.

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