I follow the tech journalist Mike Elgan on here, mostly for his weekend column of questionable technological developments such as, well, this…
But also because he seems to land in some new spot on the far side of the world to his last spot every couple of days.
He posted this a week or so back…
And I was gratified to see that like me, he finds himself returning to previous haunts whenever he travels. Although, unlike me, I doubt he actually haunts them.
I don’t move around as much as I used to, but when I did, I used to weirdly enjoy travelling thousands of klicks to end up at the same place, doing the same stuff over and over again. When in Melbourne I’d be at Kirks or Pellegrino usually ordering the same thing as last time. When we stayed in Hobart over winter I insisted on going to the same pubs and cafes I’d been to last time I was there.
I did some new things, of course. I don’t want to get divorced after all.
But I can’t be the only person who does this. I just can’t.