The Traveller

Another bit of superfluous flummery brought to you courtesy of Bampf Blog. How many states have I been to? Quite a lot it would seem:

Now that I think of it, surely I’ve passed through Alabama because I clearly remember the bus leaving Atlanta, Georgia for Meridian, Mississippi at about 2 AM and there’s no way to get from there to that other there without going through Alabama. Probably been to Vermont as well, I just don’t know why or when.

So that’s thirty-seven on the map and 2 probables. ‘Course, I don’t know if I’ve actually ever been in Nevada either although I’m pretty sure. Texas and Oklahoma were just pass-throughs on the panhandle. Texas, though, was the only place in the world I’ve actually heard a waitress say – with no hint of irony – “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” My brother and I laughed for hours. Might only have had one limb in Arizona while getting my photo taken at the Four Corners but it still counts. I reckon we bought those indian doughnuts from an old redman whose shop was technically in Arizona.

But the interesting thing to note is how often I’ve been in some of these far-out places. Like California, I think I’ve been there at least three if not four times. Colorado at least twice. Florida I’ve pretty much lost count, at least five times. I get to Tennessee and Kentucky generally once a year.

My foreign country tally is pitiful though: Mexico, Canada, Ireland, England, Wales, the Bahamas. Two of those I went to under protest. I’ll leave it to you to determine which two.