Escaped butterfly, recaptured.

If I should write a book, then it should be a good one. Period.

Maybe it should be called something like: "The Laguna of the escaped butterflies".

Imagine the place where all the escaped butterflies vacate? How many ideas would rest a place like that?

Maybe you don't really get the point of what I am saying here, so I need to explain a bit, just a little bit.

When you get an idea, you need to pin it immediately and not think " oh yeah, this is brilliant I have to remember this until" and then it is gone forever. The idea is a butterfly, well as a metaphor. And when you see this extremely beautiful example, you must catch it and pin it. Butterflies are slow, yes, but do not underestimate their ability to suddenly be carried away by some unforeseen wind. It happens, all the time. An idea, as good it might be seems to be there forever, you think because you got it, so it must be for eternity.

Puste kuchen. If you think like this, you must have lost many. Like I have.

Sometimes in the night I can wake up with this amazing brilliant idea. "I must remember that and write it down in the morning". A little smile and back to sleep. Next morning, get up and get on with the daily routine as always, and the butterfly? It' long gone to the Laguna of escaped butterflies where it flaps around among thousands of other butterflies.

Always carry a notebook or have some app available on your phone, to write down your ideas when they strike.

In a previous post here I mention something about some butterflies escaping. One of them I managed to catch again and have registered and it is about my theories with how different cultures and people drive their cars or how the traffic works in those different places.

Living in China, well, in China light as you very well could call Hong Kong, I have had good opportunities to travel in mainland China and get some impressions from the kingdom in the centre, also about how they drive cars or rather how their traffic system works. If you can say it does, as for a westerner it really can seem just chaotic. But it does work, and this is because everyone expect it like this and so are aware of what comes ahead for more than what we do in the organised west.

I have always thought the traffic system in China must be like they drive their car like they preciously rode their bicycles.

And really it could be, because everything moves a bit like in slow motion and everything in and out among each other In a very organic way. There are rules and yet, there are not. Or they are just not known to anyone from the outside. This can work on bikes because every one drives very slow and are on their guard and expecting everything at every minute and this makes it kind of safe. And - I think - more safe than at home where you drive by the law and a fixed set of rules and where to be aware of the unexpected is not an option. Because there is no unexpected behaviour and if there is, it will soon be dealt with, either by law enforcement or other players in the traffic.

In Europe you really cannot act out in the traffic and do alternative things or take decisions that only suits you and your way of getting from a to b. In China you can, and it is fine. Everyone expect it to happen and so they are aware and therefore it is possible and the other players just adapt and get on with their own business. It is chaotic bit it works and there is a flow.

This Easter I visited Oman. Last Easter it was Iran. The traffic again here was incredible different than the law and order Europe I come from.

In Oman for example, I felt they drive like they must have rotten their camels years ago.

In Oman, like in China and Iran there was a lot of traffic. And a lot of cars. And big cars and not many in them. Mostly only one, the driver. Maybe it was the same in Iran, I can't really remember that now. Anyway, I didn't like the traffic in Iran. It was just too many cars and they were driving even worse than the Chinese. Yes, that is my opinion and sorry about that.

In Oman, like in Iran and China, loads Of traffic and cars with not so many in them either. It was a bit more civilised on the big carry ways and avenues in Muscat, but when you got in to the different neighbourhoods in the city or in some of the smaller towns and cities in the country, there was cars everywhere and they were mainly just parked everywhere. There was no real parking spaces and no order. And here my comparison with the camel riding comes in. In the old days the people has come to the cities on their animals and rode direct up to the shop or restaurant they wanted to frequent and "parked" the camel just outside, alongside all the other camels while master and family was doing what ever.

The worst times was in the evening when everybody and anyone was out and about and wanted to frequent the same eating places or shops or souks. There were no system early. Where there was a spot, there was a car parked. Close and tight and often I was wondering how on earth they could get every car out again. If they could, they would drive all the way to the entrance to a eating place, or at least as close they could get, and then honk their horn to get someone to come from the kitchen and take an order for take away. Then they would just sit around inside in their air-conditioned vehicle and wait until the waiter or cook would come out to take the order.

It was annoying and yet, OK'ish, because the country is big and you can get away from it all by driving - your car - into the wilderness. There you could park everywhere. But not get takeaway, except takeaway of peace and quiet.

So this was one of the escaped Omani butterflies.

Good to check that one off now.

For the matter of soul peace, I should maybe mention my theory about Danish traffic and driving? Dead boring and predictable. No passion really. Just how you are told to do it and strict after the rules. Except for some cases people who cannot stop speeding.