What a week, what a trip. Portland (Oregon), Cypress (California) and Plano (Texas) all in one week. Some readers asked about some shots from Southern California. There are non. I did have a dinner at Huntington Beach, but it was dark and apart from this dinner event there were only airports, hotels, meeting rooms. After a full week away from home (I left last Sunday before sunrise, will return this Sunday late afternoon) I’m looking forward for some nights at home, before heading back to the US (Detroit) the week after next. Right now I sit in the Lounge at Atlanta’s Hartsfield Intl, waiting for my transatlantic flight to Paris. There is nothing glorious about Business Travel. Photographically I’m happy noneless, ’cause I got this great shot of the Heineken Bar I already posted. One good shot a week makes me happy 🙂
The job that pays my bills requires me to travel all over this globe. Last week I was in Dallas. This week I was in New York. Friends often envy me for going to all those fancy places. The thing is, much more often than not I don’t have anything from my travels, apart from putting little flags of the visited countries on the map in my office at home.
Sure there are some benefits, I don’t need to go to the movies because eventually I get to see all films on a plane (apart maybe from recently released “Sullly” about the successful emergency landing on the Hudson River – I seriously doubt that they will show this movie on a plane). And of course, the best thing of all is that I get to meet all different kinds of interesting people all over this planet. And sure, each trip at least contains on nice dinner to a local restaurant, so food wise I’m getting spoiled (which also has its serious disadvantages).
But apart from some glimpses of a skyline on my way from the airport to the office or hotel I very rarely get so see the sights and sounds of the places I travel to. That’s reality.
This is especially sad as I sometimes I would die to take my camera and roam the streets of the cities I travel to. To experience and capture life.
I can write a book about meeting rooms in this world. And the views from them, as long as they have one. You won’t believe how many windowless meeting rooms there are.
That’s for the most part the reality to my business travels. First you are imprisoned in a steel tube. Then you are imprisoned in a meeting room. But I love my job. And the best thing is the feeling of safely returning home to the ones I love.
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