When
I tell people about my little peripatetic sojourn, I
get a strange mix of reactions, from envy and to genuine
concern. “You’re nuts,” are usually
the first words I hear. Although I’m disinclined
to believe that this concern could really be over my
mental well-being, I’ll admit that I may likely
succumb to a wee bit of psychosis in five months of
solo travel... maybe come back a bit more nuts than
I left.
So,
for worried friends and family, I have promised to keep
a regularly published travelogue, where all can bare
witness to one man’s psychological decent into
darkness.