Every 15 months or so we hit the global trail. We take photos, meticulously keep notes of which number is which photo, and note what we were doing at the time; forgetting of course about time lines and getting us and the camera hopelessly muddled on the dates when we return to civilisation. We zealously collect brochures and little scraps of momento's for the all time scrap album.
Alas the photos get stuck into their little meaningless date folders and we have our little arguments when we go through the photos about what happened where and when to the utter boredom of our loved ones; who ... full info