Three months, six countries, one rucksack. And it's all over.
Like having a baby, backpacking can be a life-changing experience. And the sleep deprivation, dent to the bank balance and weeks spent carrying what you hold most dear, mean the parallels don't end there. Heading back to a country gripped by election fever and swooning for Nick Clegg, perhaps it will take me a little longer to fully absorb all these new experiences. But there's no doubt that travel renews your appetite for life.
Adios.
THING I DIDN'T KNOW BEFORE TODAY
We live on a beautiful planet, but home is home
All my pics are HERE
About Me
- Senor Tom
- This is NOT a mid-life crisis, OK? I'm far too young, you know that. No, this is a Latin adventure. I want to explore the same streets that nurtured the genius of Diego Armando Maradona. I want to see if Macchu Piccu is really as magical as people say it is. And I want to find out if the most dangerous road in the world is any more perilous than the southern roundabout at Elephant. Anyway, who said mid-life crises can't be fun?
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