Give me begging children. Give me the rhythm of a dozen snoring roommates. Give me language barriers and languid ticket counters. Give me guidebook maps and tourist traps. Give me squat toilets. Give me passport stamps and stomach cramps. Give me padlocks. Give me missed-bus woes and filthy toes. Give me deserts. Give me rain. Give me an endless train trip and a fresh friendship. Give me sunburned arms and nomadic charms. Give me noodles. Give me sunshine and an aching spine. Give me an ageless round-the-world jog and this, my humble travelogue.
When I’m not bounding by bus under a crumbling hilltop, watching a flickering country appear like stop-motion through the window of a train or politely removing a local beggars teeth from my ankles, I’m indulging in my other passion - writing. If that’s what’s brought you here, then aim your technology-laden forefinger at The Trail and endulge yourself in my exploits. My scribbles are the main reason for the sites existence, but naturally I accrue quite a bit of information and opinion whilst on the road, so now and then click through the sidebar to the right, and disagree with me. The sites content is completely fluid, if I get bored of it, I pay the cowboy at a local t’internet cafe a few squid, don my headphones and rip into it with my chopsticks. The next morning, I usually sigh with regret and I pay a local, toothless beggar to console me.
The ‘How I Hit the Road‘ chapter, was a lingering, arid tale and one which I won’t bore you with from now on. Instead, with each subsequent wanderlust-fuelled chapter I eke out of my jaunt, I’m fulfilling a lifetime of ambition. I’m not influenced by any writing style, in fact - shock-horror, toe-curling admission alert - you could count the number of books I’ve read on your fingers and thumbs (if I’m assuming correctly, you have four hands). I have no round-the-world ticket, no time limits, no notable possessions and alas, no winning lottery ticket (that I know of). Just a pair of blistered feet and a knack for a mishap. So there it is my friend. TrailofAnts.com welcomes you, no matter what brought you here I hope you relish every last gamrmatical erorr.
I’ll finish on a high, with some pics of various Tibetan scamps;
