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More Good Times

I’m not one of those people who likes to hark back to the good old days. In my mind there’s a lot of interesting things happening right now. However, I sometimes dream about having the power to time travel, to go back and relive a particular experience in a particular time and place, one that was so good that I wouldn’t want to change a thing, like: dancing until dawn in a London club with great friends, to great music that gave me goosebumps; that first view of the Manhattan Skyline travelling from JFK Airport to the hotel on my first trip to New York; getting seriously lost wandering around the canals in Venice, Italy but loving it anyway; discreetly following Geishas through Gion in Kyoto, Japan and ending up in a tiny bar, seating only six people, sipping Sake and singing Karaoke; watching the sunrise at the top of a Volcano in Haleakala National Park on the Island of Maui, Hawaii; and watching the sunset on Sairee Beach in Koh Tao, Thailand.

These are all good times however I also wonder if I could time travel, would I use this power to revisit the not so good times? If I had the chance would I want to go back to change things and make things right, regardless of how painful it might be? If I really think about this the answer is probably no. These not so good times in our lives are the experiences that really shape us and make us who we are. We go through them, learn from them, and move on to something new. Hopefully more good times, ones that make us want to travel back in time for.

Images of that time I discreetly followed some Geishas in Kyoto.

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