The Trip, pt 2.
“Coffeeshop Baba!” After some minutes spent wracking my brain for the name of the coffeeshop that ‘The Trip, Part 1’ started in, it comes to me in a sudden flash. The first of anything is always exciting and I’m desperate for this to be as good as my first time for Mick, - someone I’ve grown up with since meeting him as an 11 year old. I can feel my blood thicken and quicken in anticipation of the excitement to come. We zig and zag through small alleyways trying to match our blue dot over the red destination pin on my phone. We achieve this fairly quickly but there’s no sign of Coffeeshop Baba. A quick tap on the coffeeshop name reveals an oversight by me - ‘permanently closed.’ It’s funny how quickly your mind can change given the right set up for justification. One minute, I thought it valuable that we go somewhere tried and true but now that we had no choice, I decided it shouldn’t matter because it’s about the company, right? This optimism took us to the border of the red ligh...