Shuffle

I am reading I Have Seen the World Begin by Carsten Jenson. In the latest chapter, I just read "As a traveller, you are nobody in the eyes of others". I felt this mostly today wandering Little India and being constantly bumped and cut off and walked into through the small corridors. The heat felt the worst today and I had a quick snooze in a small peice of shade. I got up, unrefreshed and dragged myself forward in a slow daze. My clothes were soaked and sticking to my skin which made it harder to bend my knees. Now I know why so many Chinese shuffle their feet :) P