I always had an unquenchable curiosity about how the world worked, and an enthusiasm for travel. My folks had this to some extent too, because I went to 10 different schools in my 10 years of formal education. I read constantly, searched and researched. I did the miles, seeking answers, soaking up the adventures. I started keeping a journal in 1979, as much to comfort myself during distressing times as to record the discoveries I was making. My restlessness peaked in the mid-1980’s when during one year, I recorded only 69 nights at home in my own bed, with the rest “one the road”.