This is the most suspenseful part of any journey - getting to the beginning. Somehow airplanes don't feel like travel, it's more like a time machine that whisks me through time and space. I can never get my head around time zone changes and distances when I'm in an airplane. I'll feel much more comfortable when I'm on the ground in Marrakech and I can start my journey by land. This blog is mostly a warning that if you're on my subscriber list you're going to be getting quite a few blogs over the next couple months as I travel from Marrakech north to Paris.
I live in Cusco, Peru and will be posting mostly about my trips around Peru and South America. From August 2012 to June 2014 I lived in Dhaka, Bangladesh and blogged about living there and traveling around Southeast Asia. This blog also contains my stories from living in Istanbul, two years as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Morocco, and some other travels. ... full info