The 80s and 90s were a great time to travel. The pre-internet world is hard to fathom now, but back then I loved how you could drift into some far corner of India and feel like you'd gone back a thousand years. Without Tripadvisor or a cell phone, I tended to get into troubles that might be easily avoided now--but I wouldn't change my experiences. I'm proud of my scars. Eventually, I hit the road. It was 1985, and I was twenty-one. I ran out of money pretty fast and ended up living in a shack in southern Israel. Here, I worked when I could or drifted down to D'hab and chilled. Eventually, I saved enough to fly to London, where I worked until I had enough to get to Asia. That first time gone I hit forty countries and was away eighteen months.
