I don’t know when I first had a desire to travel alone, but I’m pretty sure a Hollywood and adventure books had a hand in it. A mysterious adventure, sort of like Indiana Jones or even Forrest Gump, has always been somewhere on the radar, but not in your face kind of type, rather on the edge of peripheral vision, already out of focus, but yet with colours and motion recognized. That type of traveling, when one heads out alone, is not a common…
