This is the World and all the places I have been

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No matter how much of the world I think I have seen, and how many nation states I stumble into, whenever I look at the world map I am humbled as there are far more places I haven’t gone to and could never in my life time travel all of them no matter how badly I would like to do so.

So far I have done 15% of it according the the site. Not close to enough to have a real over all view of what this planet has to offer in terms of culture, food, sights, sounds and people. I guess I have to make do with TV.

Of course this map is also a little mis-representative because it blocks out the whole country even if I just visited one dot within it, although I did catch various trains from Asia to Europe on the Transiberian Railway when I was 15, (thanks mom and dad, I did good on my GCSCs huh?) in a time when there was still a USSR and an East Germany.

Two things I will always treasure is seeing Lenin’s body, which has now been burried next to his mother, as he had wished rather than pickled for public viewing, and watched the Berlin wall knocked down bit by bit. Some of it sits in my home.

And anyone who thinks there can never be a democratic Hong Kong and China should talk to all the people in the now democratic Eastern Block. I saw it with my own eyes, thank you very much and I plan to see that happen again in my life time when it comes to my home country.

Here is the map of the US as the site is American.

I don’t even know if I got it all right, there are just too many states, cities etc which confuses me. How I never went to Oregon when I was in California for so long confuses me a great deal along with never having visited San Dieago when my friend Nathan used to go down home every month or so, (I don’t need to go see another beach! I live on one! -really daft).

As you can see I drove through the country once, it was with my uncle and our extended family so we could see all the major art museums in the country along with a few of the great sites like the Yellow Stone National Park on our way to my grandad’s 80th. Which was mind blowing for a 19 year old girl. That’s what you get for having a sculptor uncle!

You can do the same at : My World 66

Borrowed from: Space Waitress Gate A
(who is involved in another one of those extra cool little blogspheres I so like discovering!)