I wake up in a lot of strange beds. In strange cities. In other countries. Occasionally on things that aren’t actually beds . . .
Most of the time they are not my own. Actually all the time, since I haven’t owned a bed in over 4 years. It seems I’m a constant unbounder and moving-arounder, and I like it that way. The uncertainty of when you step off a bus or train in a new town . . . the thrill or disappointment of the hunt as you are looking for someplace to simply leave your bag and fall asleep. It’s all one of the best parts of the experience.
This blog is a more lighthearted counterpart to the more basic aspects of travel not covered in my main website, PathsUnwritten.com.