Well, I’m on the road, again. Or eternally, as it feels. Plagued with dizzying jetlag and the memory of more airports than I can fathom, I wonder to myself when all this travel will end.
Alas, it’s not for the foreseeable future, and once my spacey jet-lagged brain heals, I’m sure I’ll think that’s a good thing.
Because, after New York, Ecuador, New York-again, New Brunswick, Ottawa, and New York-again-again, I am now in Johannesburg (well, Pretoria, actually). And tomorrow, I will be in Botswana.
Remember the guy I talked about in my Mozambique blog entry? Bruno, the world traveling Frenchman? Well, there was more to the story of that encounter, and tomorrow we will meet in Francistown, Botswana to travel together and get to know one another better.
Style of travel? In the back of a small camper van that has seen the entire world.
Planned route of travel? Francistown to Windhoek, Namibia, for now.
Length of travel? Unknown.
Hence, wandering footsteps is on the road again. This blog will not die yet. So stay tuned, faithful readers, for news of a new travel style in unchartered territories. Long live wandering footsteps!
