Setting out on a new bout of work travels. Apparently.
I guess it takes a get drunk in the park festival to get me out of the house these days.
In Moose Jaw. What Now?
The average Sunday in Prague.
Of old times and old ways.
Stories all around in these places.
It is a rule of travel to always try the local drink of choice.
But it’s not the kind you probably imagine.
But of course bars in Brunei don’t really exist.
Drinking a beer, hanging out with the overseas Chinese.
I didn’t know these existed.
Talking ghost cities and new cities.
Round two of traveling to Vienna with my girls.
While making friends as a foreigner is more difficult in some countries it’s even harder as a local.
Is this for real?
Getting a glimpse at the new world we’re traveling towards.
There is always another bend in the road, another mountain to climb.
After completing one round trip I consider a change of direction.
Going back to what was once the epicenter of backpacker-dom after being away for 13 years.
It’s too late now but would have been a good idea.