This is a tale of two,
Of Claire and Kevin who,
Met with a parallel dream,
To travel the world unseen.
18 flights ahead,
Each night an unknown bed,
Laden with karrimor packs,
This blog to record our tracks.
Who can tell what’s in store?
Mountains the realm of the Condor,
Bus trips of 22 hours,
Deserts and Tokyo towers.
Crossing the world in all,
Like lines on a tennis ball,
America South and then on,
Rapa Nui to Oz.
There to Asia Southeast,
Eyes and our bellies a feast,
India beckons at last,
Then home it all went too fast.
One planet on which... full info