Favourite Transport

What is Your Favourite Transport?

The bike? The wind in your hair? The feeling of your muscles working in perfect cohesion? The way you can swiftly swerve through the heaviest of traffics? The ease of parking any where any time for free?

The car? The speed at which you move along the great roads, spread out over Europe like big curly letters, forming words and phrases with never (or rarely ever) a full stop? The freedom to get up and leave, with nary preparation or warning, and only a vague care about the road, the weather and you.

The plane? Distant destinations unfurling one by one? The single-serving napkins, blankets, footwear, friends? The handily packed, readily heated meal, with a lovely scone-with-butter-and-some-jam and a coffee? A score of movies & other tidbits at your disposal, only a click away? The personnel, ever smiling, ever helpful, ever vaguely hinting at sexual escapades and adventures?

The boat? Freely floating flotillas on the deep blue sea? Dozing and drinks on deck, nothing but blue-gray-green masses surrounding you? Pitting yourself against the elements in the oldest way known to man? Using the ancient roads across the world?

Or rather the train? Philosophising on the one true nature of man? Listening to conversations between strangers, sharing a smile with another fellow listener? Letting your gaze wander outside, skimming the skylines of the country? Lazily browsing through a book? Reading or pretending to, whilst secretly (yet not too secretly) checking out the other passengers? The feeling of travel, of freedom, of sights yet to be uncovered or further explored? The gentle lullaby of rolling wheels on the never-ending tracks?