Scott's Case Files

Terror In Mumbai

I just got done watching a news clip, telling of mass terror attacks in Mumbai, India.  78 people killed and around 200 wounded by gunmen attacking places frequented by tourists.  The Taj was one of them - a high class hotel that I passed on my way "home" daily and on the way to the Gateway to India along the water.  As if that wasn't shocking enough, a note along the top of the clip reported that there was an attack at Leopold's Cafe.  Leopold's.

If any of you have read my travel blogs on my past trips, you'll know that Leopold's was possibly my most constant hang-out in Mumbai - my safe haven from touts and the poverty-stricken world outside that had traumatized me so when I arrived there.  It had been in business for over a century and was a favorite of tourists from all countries.

And now it's the site of a terror attack where people died on its floors.  Floors that I'd walked upon my share of occasions.  It was a small place - just a corner cafe, really.  It sounds strange when I say it out loud, but the terror attacks have never hit so close to home for me.  Even the 9/11 attack seemed impersonal - I'd been to New York once when I was maybe four and never since.  It was almost a different world there.  I remember Mumbai well and will never forget my experiences there.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not playing "it could have been me" scenarios in my mind.  More images in my mind of blood where I once sat, waiters who smiled at me possibly dead, and knowing that Leopold's days of being a tourist haven are over as long as the memory of that blood lives.  So not "it could have been me" - it's "why the place that I knew?"

Guys Weekend: Still Alive

This past guys weekend was a real success.  I won't rehash the details, as you can find on The Bratmeister's site as well as Just Plain Jim's blog, but will say that I had a great time and wish that there were more of them.  We're slowly looking at changing how these work and, in hopes of making them happen more often, may morph them into family weekends instead.

One of the things I will bring up from the weekend was playing Rock Band on Friday night.  My favorite song from the song-list was Still Alive, the song that plays as you finish playing the video game Portal.  I'm embedding my favorite cover of that song done on, believe it or not, a ukulele.  The lady has talent - enjoy!

Feelin' Old Friday

So I just finished a particularly long day at the end of a particularly long work-week.  And about a third of the way through today I felt the beginnings of a bad cold setting in - some sore throat, runny nose, and post-nasal drip.  What that means is that my weekend will be spent sick and not wanting to leave the house, all better just in time to go to work on Monday...

So I decided to go to the corner store on the way home and get the supplies I would need so as not to have to leave the house this weekend.  I picked up some cold medicine (better living through chemistry, I say!), various flavors of water and Gatorade, some odds-and-ends, and I figured I'd treat myself to some candy.

As I was walking up to the check-out, the sixteenish girl who was working at the place spotted me from her place stocking some shelves nearby.  The conversation went like this.

Her: Are you ready to check-out, sir?

Me: Yes, but I'm in no hurry.

Her: Thanks, but I just had a lady who was like 'yaaagh! check me out' a little while ago so I'm still a little freaked.  She said she had an appointment to get to.

Me: (having been there) I assure you, I have no appointments.

She starts scanning my items.

Her: Do you have any kids at home?

Me: No.

I was wondering where that came from and assumed that the lady who had given her trouble had kids with her and therefore maybe I was sane for not having any.  I couldn't have been further from the truth.  If this had been a street fight, this 92 pound girl would have just feinted and caught me straight across the cheek with a hook.

Her: Because my Mom was around in the '80s and she ate Razzles all the time and so do I.

*Le Sigh*

I felt like my disk was turning black and the Sandmen would be coming to retire me any second.  (If you weren't around in the '70s you won't get that Logan's Run reference...or even know what the hell Logan's Run was)

I'm sick and apparently old.  Hurray for the weekend...

Travel Plans For 2009

Looking back over some older posts, I see that I pretty much lived up to my 2008 travel plans.

I rode to Winnipeg and had a great time there.  I have to admit (to my shame) that I had no few preconceptions about Canadians, most of which were shattered and laid to waste before me.  Canada remains one of the two places to which I would emigrate should the US get any deeper in crap like the Patriot Act.

I made it down to New Orleans for Tales of the Cocktail, though I didn't ride due to my injury and flood worries.  What an incredible time.  I can't remember the last time I partied so hard for so long and remembered every moment of it all.  It certainly put a bulk of my time as a sailor to shame!

The Burning Man remains on my list for some year to come.  It goes on the "someday" page.

This year, I've already started researching Morocco.  Whether you realize that they're Moroccan cities or not, you've heard of them: Rabat, Casablanca, Tangier, Marrakech for example.

Did you know that Morocco was the very first country to recognize the Independence of the United States from England?  There's even a museum in Tangier to commemorate it.

From World War I until after WWII Morocco was an International Zone.  Basically, the victors of the World Wars established Morocco as a nation without a nation - complete extraterritoriality under international law.  It was a unique time and several artists of the time traveled there for the experience.  William S. Borroughs, Tennessee Williams, and Henri Matisse to name a few.

Morocco is an Arabic speaking nation, so I'll be taking some lessons before the travel date comes.  I'm thinking Rosetta Stone will be a good start.

For those of you looking up everything on Morocco, you'll find that there is a terror alert there.  There was a bombing aimed at Westerners in Marrakech.  I'll have to look that up online, but I believe that this is the only "terror" activity of note.  From what I've read, though the country may be predominantly Islamic (99%), it has a history of tolerance.  I'm not worried.

So I'm looking forward to this and hope that I meet this coming year's travel goal.  Wish me luck!