Travelling for the sake of it?

I'm almost finished with a stint in Sofia, Bulgaria. I was originally going to hang around here for a week, but work got shortened by a day so back to Frankvegas (does that work?) tonight (Thursday). While it still had a dose of communism for a while, the economy is doing well (set to join the EU in 2007) unless they can't suss out their bogus inflation. McDonalds and KFC are here, but I doubt whether that's a reliable indicator of an economy or country's performance (even Peter Moore found said fast food chains littered throughout the poor countries he visited in Asia). One of the especially memorable moments there there was the walk to work on Wednesday morning. As my work buddies and I were passing a bank, there was an armoured car and several rough looking guys hanging around outside passing the day, talking about the weather. As we passed them they told us to move off the sidewalk and one of the guys at the back of the car had a gun he was caressing in his pants guarding the booty (money I'm talking about), looking very shifty and I'm sure with enough of a fright, he'd have blown his balls off.

I've left Bulgaria a day early since the guys I'm working with (fullas from Tel Aviv) have their weekend Friday -> Saturday; just like the Arabs. I'll catch up with Jaharmes in Strasvegas on Saturday.

Anyhow, I'm back to being single again today after a few months of a long distance relationship. Not sure what the big man in the sky is trying to tell me, but of all the girls I've subsequently talked to today during the rebound have been flight attendants. Some background yada yada for readers... the last girl on the scene - Alicia (who was ascribed to a couple of times in the blog) was also a flight attendant and working in Abu Dhabi, UAE. She was an Aussie though, not a local - I value my pecker too much to risk it getting chopped off by a disgruntled sand dude.