This wasn’t a strange place; it was a new one.
I tramp a perpetual journey.
Most travel, and certainly the rewarding kind, involves depending on the kindness of strangers, putting yourself into the hands of people you don’t know and trusting them with your life.
Travel empties out everything you’ve into the box called your life, all the things you accumulate to tell you who you are.
The adrenaline and stress of an adventure are better than a thousand peaceful days.