There is a reason why unlike most, this blog will never survive penning travel guides from point A to point B. I have tried, but each time I do, I become less and less myself.
I love departures more than I’ll ever do arrivals. My travels aren’t necessarily aimed at reaching the destination. It thrives on the stories along the journeys and of the detours I take from time to time. Sometimes I bump into stop-overs so precious I decide not to leave any more. Sometimes, in the middle of everything that’s right, I get bored, stand up, and decide to do something else; go somewhere else.