And I have travelled a fair bit. All around the middle-east. Baazaar in Damascus. The Gut in Malta when the US fleet was in. I've met tribesmen. Not to be trifled with.
The Souk al-Hamayyad, which eventually turns into the Street Called Straight, in Damscus is a trip all in itself. Never been to Malta.
I suppose I owe you an apology, Spendi. I just thought you were giving O.G. bad advice. I'm one for impulsive moves. I'm also something of a tumbleweed with no fixed roots anywhere. Not one to cry with passion, "This is my own, my native land!" I don't know whether travel is actually "broadening" as they like to say, but it sure as hell beats sitting around, wishing you'd actually gone surfing on the North Shore of Oahu and spent the night at a quaint inn in the town of Halewa instead of reading about it.
T.S. Eliot, an American who fled, said that one should try a chap if one wishes to be adventurous.
I personally think T (ough) S(hit) Eliot is greatly overrated as a poet, let along a cogent thinker. When he took British citizenship, many Americans were quite joyful.