The greatest adventurer of all time for me is the Moroccan vagabond, Ibn Battuta. He not only traveled everywhere in his known world, but he wrote about it in ways that no one before him had. Ibn Battuta’s journey lasted 29 years, so by Moroccan standards, my wife should be understanding of this current journey I’m on.
Much to my surprise, what I had thought would be a sort of never ending, round the world holiday, had suddenly become mired down in love –
We all wonder just what is on the other side of the door and sometimes it’s even more wonderful than we imagine.
Don’t read anything about the country of place you are going to. That way you won’t understand the culture, the traditions, the history, the climate, or anything else. You will be able to have a completely one dimensional experience.
One of the keys to mastering the art of world travel on almost nothing is learning to trust strangers and let them become friends.
It used to be like ” I’M IN LUXEMBOURG! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT.” Now it’s more like. “I’m in Luxembourg. Neat. Where can I get a cup of coffee?”
Coming out of the station, which was nothing special by any standards I was faced with a beautiful day, a beautiful city, and a city that was anything but ugly.