I didn’t intend on extensively documenting my traveling beverage habits, but the drink makes a pretty nice subject. Also, it’s good for thirst. So two birds, and whatnot.
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Coca-Cola on a rock, overlooking Petra. Turns out the Holy Grail is, in fact, not hidden behind a series of deadly riddles within the Treasury. So Coke in a can, and not in JC’s goblet, will have to do. Indiana Jones lied to us.
Yesterday I sat where Lawrence wrote and plotted his part in the Arab Revolt. If you know me well enough, you understand my facination with this moment. This endless desert. Jordan in front of me, Saudi Arabia to my right, and a head full of adventure. And carbonation.
Corona on the salt, looking out at the Dead Sea. This ancient hypersaline lake sits in the lowest spot on earth, prohibits life, and makes you float like you’re approaching zero-g. I believe a couple Coronas helped me to be even more buoyant.
Mello Yello in Shibuya, looking out at Tokyo lights.
Beer above the clouds on the summit of Mt. Fuji
Yuengling on a log in the Pennsylvania sticks.
Drinks are better elsewhere.