We’re in the middle of 2012 now – can you believe it? This year I’ve travelled astoundingly – not just extensively. It’s not the scope and breadth of it, it really is what you do with it when you’re there. I watched the All Blacks win the Bledisloe Cup in Sydney and Auckland (I watched them win last year in the Rugby World Cup); I enjoyed my 27th birthday in Bangkok, a trip where I discovered excellent high end Thai food (Long Table) and equally excellent low end Southern Thai food (Phuket Town).

I walked on a glacier, and went snowboarding in Queenstown, where I fell so hard I sneezed a little brain. I drove 536km (roughly) in South New Zealand, where a fearless black cow let me pat its head rather nicely. I discovered the parallel cities of Istanbul – its old and new, and watched the lives and kindness in Beirut unfold. I followed a stranger to a secret art compound in Kiev; I watched a sultry flamenco dance in Seville; I watched a breathtaking Dervish dance in Istanbul. I finished reading quite a few books on several trips.

This year, I went from Paris > Spain > Andalusia > HCMC, Vietnam > Beirut, Lebanon > Dubai > Istanbul, Turkey > Kiev, Ukraine  > Bangkok > Sydney > New Zealand.


Throughout it all, this year seemed most to be a year of foundations, of learning, of remembering why one began a journey a long time ago.

Jack Kerouac’s quotes make sense now, when you try:

“Life must be rich and full of loving–it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.”

“Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.”

“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”

Updated 28 August 2012