Fifty-five and Unrepentant, Gap-Year Blues…

Me and the Stones

Me and the Stones

The World’s Oldest Backpacker hits 55 (countries, years old, states of mind) with no regrets and unrepentant.  That’s the new gap year for us inveterate veteran travelers.  Someone asked, “How long you been travelling?”  Thirty-five years and counting…. Turning fifty-five was just like old times, alone and lonely, abandoned by my friends, walking the streets of London without an umbrella or a prayer.  The rain hovers around me like weak soup, reminding me of why my ancestors left so long ago.  I find solace in a pasty pie and a pint, and glad for it.  All that’s behind me now, older Budweiser, Guinness in my future…

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