Boring

If anyone is still reading this you're probably wondering why I named this blog unafraidtravel. If it wasn't for the Turkish passport control it would be totally boring. I can thank them for that. You see I used to have all sorts of adventures when I traveled, taking all sorts of risks.

In the late 80's I hitched hiked down Baja, Mexico and kept going until I got to Chile and then I made my way up through Brazil, down the Amazon, into Venezuela where I flew back into the States. This took about a year. During this time I got a ride in a truck across the Darien Gap, went through Columbia in the height of drug trafficking years, and hiked in the Cordillera Blancas when it was crawling with Sendero Liminosos.

A few years later I went to Southeast Asia. Yes, I went to touristy Thailand but my real adventure started in Indonesia where I spent four months, two of those in Sumatra, where I think every bus I took had a flat.

I went over to India and made my way up to Kashmir although because of the war there were no buses running so I had to make my incandescently.

Then there was Bulgaria where a vender thought I stole his potato chips and threaten to cut my head off. And just recently to save some money, or so I thought, I took a refuge boat to an island off of Vietnam. Well It seemed like a refuge boat.

Now it's all sex. I don't know what to say about that, but when I do I'll let you know.