The Ryno Pen

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I get to read a few National Geographics…and it seems even National Geographic has thoughts about why guys may be reading their magazine.

It’s always meant to be about boobies if a bloke reads NatGeo, or is Herself just teasing?

In waiting rooms up and down the country, it’s generally NatGeo, or something vile involving 100 ways to macrame unwanted body-hair, The New Porsche Irresponsible SUV (and why your doctor wants tax-deductible luxury car pr0n), Caravan Holidays For Seniors (fagawdsakes go and die somewhere else!), and so on, downhill.

With a reading speed like mine, one goes through a few articles per visit: I’ve been travelling the world by proxy for most of my life.

When my reluctance to do all the degrading stuff like Getting Of Passport, Sitting In Precarious Tube Of Metal Among (ARGH!) Creepy Strangers, Being In Unfamiliar Place Without Access To Known Refuge, and so forth, it’s probably a good thing. The input doesn’t stop with NatGeo, but it’s probably the publication responsible for giving me a thirst to learn more about foreign places.

Imagination, fortunately, needs no passport, and respects no borders.

If I’ve done my linky things right, you can download 7.4 Mb and share my vicarious impression of Bhutan by clicking the country’s name.