My walk to work this week has been different than usual. Can any of my perceptive readers guess which city I’ve been working in?
This clue is a red herring, as I haven’t actually been working in Liverpool:
I had to cross this road every morning:
I have to be careful as the traffic drives on the right hand side on the road, when I’m used to the left. Did you know….
In the past, almost everybody travelled on the left side of the road because that was the most sensible option for feudal, violent societies. Since most people are right-handed, swordsmen preferred to keep to the left in order to have their right arm nearer to an opponent and their scabbard further from him. Moreover, it reduced the chance of the scabbard (worn on the left) hitting other people.
In the late 1700s, however, teamsters in France and the United States began hauling farm products in big wagons pulled by several pairs of horses. These wagons had no driver’s seat; instead the driver sat on the left rear horse, so he could keep his right arm free to lash the team. Since he was sitting on the left, he naturally wanted everybody to pass on the left so he could look down and make sure he kept clear of the oncoming wagon’s wheels. Therefore he kept to the right side of the road.
If your feet get sore during transit, you can treat them with a fish massage:
It’s not just the fish offering massages. Sometimes walking back to the hotel at night was intimidating as I got lots of massage offers.
I asked and apparently these massages escalate from g-rated. It’s awkward avoiding them – if you make any eye contact they take it as encouragement- and it’s really horrible thinking about the situation that these people are in, as I imagine they have less rights and less options in a developing country. Even though I work for a travel company with a social focus that helps community members in need, by measures like providing employment for disabled drivers in our tuk tuks, running a non-profit fundraising cafe, and providing volunteer manpower in the community, in this case all that I could do was Walk On By.
This was the first thing I saw on my walk to work, although I left it as the last clue as it’s the most helpful:
Where did I work this week? And even though we didn’t discuss it in this post, Isaac Hayes’ ‘Walk On By’ is a total jam, right? Hot Buttered Soul is easily in my top 100 all time albums.