Our EuroCity train from Bratislava rumbled along uneven tracks, swaying slightly side to side. Bucolic scenes of sunflower fields ready for harvest gradually gave way to graffiti-laden suburbs outside the train window.
We decided to get off the beaten path … I mean way off. In fact I think we were trespassing (if that fence we climbed over meant anything). We’d been hiking the Santorini Cliff Trail between Fira and Imerovigli, marveling at every sight, but it was time to do the backstreets.
She is a study in concentration. Hands on the controls, tentatively shifting gears, pink sari flying in the breeze. This young woman is my hero! Why? She’s learning to drive a tuk-tuk in a country where few women dare to drive!
“I think I’m going to Katmandu, That’s really, really where I’m going to. If i ever get out of here, That’s what I’m gonna do.” –Bob Seger.
These Pre-Columbian poporo may not look like bodyguards, but that’s precisely what comes to mind when I see them.
Since I contracted Dengue Fever in early March, I’ve posted 5 times on my progress. I suspect that most of our loyal followers have read more about Dengue Fever than they ever imagined.
I hope you like the hat in this photo. You may be seeing it on a regular basis. Today is the 2 month anniversary for my attack of Dengue Fever. We were in Melbourne, Australia, and it’s an event I will never forget.