844 days, 20,256 hours, 1,215,360 minutes, or 72,921,600 seconds. That is the approximate duration of my world tour. I never wanted it to end and now, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it never has to. If you wish to go by country do so by clicking on one above. They are numbered in the order I visited them, more or less. If you enjoy reading about it even a tenth as much as I enjoyed living it then you will not have wasted your time. Grab a refreshing beverage, settle in a comfortable chair, and make a journey across the world, experiencing it as I did. Then get off your ass and check it out for yourself. You're not getting any younger.

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Strolling to Durbar Square (Kathmandu, Nepal)

Oct 30th, 2009 - Recently, I have spent more time trying to plan activities than actually engaging in them. It has a tendency to make one bonkers. I suppose this is unavoidable since it is difficult to know where I will end up and when, so administrative time is a necessary evil. Still, walking around the streets of Thamel in Kathmandu for three days straight will dampen the spirits of even the most enthusiastic globetrotters.

It’s sad when street hawkers start recognizing you and when you enter so many trekking gear shops you actually start suggesting price strategies to some of the more extortionist vendors. Then there is the traffic. Incorrigible young males relish the idea of tearing ass down narrow alleys and stopping only if absolutely essential (i.e. a large inanimate objects obstruct their path). It irks me. At the risk of sounding homicidal I’ve fantasized about purchasing a trekking pole and using it to clothesline folks I deem dangerous to society right off their motorcycles. Is that wrong? For vehicles with four wheels I have a different strategy: Fill balloons with chicken shit and decorate the windshields of those putting all of our lives in danger. Is that wrong?

Many of the tourists make me giggle. They are an eclectic bunch. If I were to combine the various personas into one sort of Franken-tourist it would be wearing one brand new Gortex boot (left foot), one river sandal (right foot), knock-off Coolmax socks, zip-off leg windproof pajama-like capri pants with a pair of nylon North Face shorts pulled over them, a kick ass fanny pack with a secret zipper, polypro shirt, hurricane-proof jacket, a yak wool mini-purse around the shoulder, a funky multi-colored ‘look at me I’m in Nepal’ hat, and a super sleek space age backpack with enough room for a small yeti. This mutant would have a tattoo of a Garuda or some other mythical beast of arcane significance, probably sport dreadlocks, and I’m sure have one or more body parts pierced. Of course, they would have a camera worth more than my life with an attached lens possessing enough magnification to see the moons of Saturn. They would also have absolutely no idea how to use it.