Walking The Walk

I never had the pleasure of walking to school.

So I'm obviously making up for it big time. Especially with my workplace barely a stone's throw away.

You learn early on that children walk to school. After all you see the cheery fresh-faced students in teenage American dramas taking that brisk morning walk to school. Down those endless tree-lined sidewalks pass cookie-cutter suburban houses straight out of Pleasantville.

Back home, I only had a couple of friends who biked to school. For reasons unbeknownst - perhaps a paranoid suburban fear of perverted paedophiles - hardly anyone walked though. Most of them boarded lumbering schoolbuses ( cramped up to the gills with screaming schoolkids ).

Unfortunately the only way I could do that walk was by waking up the night before since I lived more than ten kilometres away from town. Schlepping my way across town with my inordinately heavy bag of textbooks would probably kill me.

If I wasn't run over by a fleet of runaway schoolbuses.


Country boys!
So now I walk to work with my laptop bag - dawdling my way across endless green meadows, dusty country lanes and busy vegetable patches. All very rural, I assure you. Almost feel like chewing on a bit of grass ( do country folk do that out of boredom? ). Hardly any sexy country boys horsing around though.

Still here's hoping that the fresh air does one good. Pity I can't take a walk to the friendly neighbourhood tuckshop though since the majority of the stores lie miles away in the town centre.

Still I think there's a little grocery store half a mile down the road.

Think I might take a walk.


Not at midnight though.