I feel obligated to answer this one. I used to have a travel blog, Vicarious Vistas. Sadly, time has affected both that blog and the places.
Living abroad (not tourism, which is heavily sanitized) will truly open your mind to what the world is, what makes us different, and what makes us all the same (more than you think).
I’m working to preserve my memories of the early days of my nomadic life, but technology isn’t helping me. I lost a lot of my Drupal content. I thought I’d also lost the old, hand-code HTML pages too. But I found an archive of them just recently.
I decided that my way to Africa was as a teacher. It took two years to get everything sorted. And longer to get there. I was facing two big hurdles: I’d never taught, and I’d never lived in another culture.
You don’t really know uncomfortable public embarrassment until Japanese business people have apologised to you. Seriously, it’s off-putting.
I grew up in Canada with the firm belief that borders were sacrosanct. You couldn?t treat them lightly. Then I
