Room With Light, Blue Sky & Sunshine, Hotel Entirely Acceptable, Riga.
This morning, a gentle feeding at the breakfast buffet trough of multiple tastinesses. The in-house music was sympathetic & non-intrusive orchestral classic that morphed into an orchestral The Sound Of Music. A gentle beginning to a gentle day that, properly, should have me at home in Bredonborough with The Horse.
Hooray! Today we are not on the planned interminable overnight drive to Warsaw. Seats unexpectedly opened on the Riga>Warsaw flight and we are booked on it. Our long overnight drives, for hundreds of miles/kilometres on bumpy rutted single-track roads, have been wearying. Tomorrow night, we have another long overnight. Tonight, there will be a bed.
19.49 Club Room, Club Floor, Hotel Professionally Very Acceptable, Warsaw.
The spirit of this city has a very different presence to that of 1995, when the Double Trio were in town. Our hotel then was a depressing affair, where I had to hide in my room from fan attack. Pat has his wallet stolen from his room (the management paid him back immediately).
Today, an uneventful flight on Polish Airlines, other than a very drunk man who was too drunk to be allowed on. But he was, anyway, and then had to be helped off.
Pat told the story of a fan wandering the third floor of our hotel in Riga last night, hunting autographs. And of the fan outside the hotel this morning, begging Ade & Pat to get Fripp's autograph. "I have waited 33 years, longer than Jesus Christ was alive," he said. I can confidently predict that, for anyone who waits 33 years for an autograph, the life of the historical Jesus was more eventful.
Hitting the street, the intended vegetarian restaurant was closed but another was open nearby.
20.19 Club Room, Club Floor.
The Hotel Guestbook For VIPs has been placed in my room for signing. The page provided for my signature follows those of Catherine Deneuve, President Putin, Gerhard Shroeder & Steven Seagal amongst others.
The din of shouting from nearby guests in the Club has subsided. Shout shout shout. One of the greatest wastes of our personal energy resource is through unnecessary talking. It is wasteful. More importantly, it is destructive of the inner life (whatever that might be). And whatever "an inner life" might be, unnecessary full-tilt yammering is destructive of the inner life.
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