After I graduated college, I sold or gave away most of my possessions. As a young US American following the footsteps of many before me, I headed west to California.
ho·bo / ˈhō-(ˌ)bō / (n.) a migratory worker
With just a few duffel bags of cargo, my 21-st century move from Florida to California lasted only a few hours on an airplane. My destination: San Francisco -- where, in a few weeks, I'd begin a new job as a software engineer.
During my time living in California, I visited Yosemite National Park and went on my first-ever overnight trekking trip. This experience taught me much about self-sufficiency and packing light--something that I later refined to an art.
I was in San Francisco for just over a year, but I never spread my roots too deep. Before my second year, my feet were itching for something new, and I found myself on a plane again -- this time destined for New York. With Guthy's voice singing through my earphones, I flew from the Redwood forests to the New York islands.
After some time, I was off again, heading down the US east coast back to Florida, and I hopped a plane to the furthest city in America that had an international airport -- Santiago de Chile.
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How do you do? I am kosin who met you at indian visa center(MTB Chinese guy)
I had arrived Kolkata (two days earlier) and ready to go the Chennai.
Just want to share The route I came from Kathmandu to the Nepal-India border is quite okay but narrow.
(kathmandu-dakshinkali-hetauda-birgunj-raxaul),80%nice surface and 20%rough.(When no rains)
Uphill (several steep really) -Kathmandu to bhimphedi
Downhill and flat road from bhimphedi onwards
And the road surface here really better by the way.
Surprised to see your bare butt! I was looking for one to paint. Not that one.