man, i wish i had his life. or his job.
Edit: Turns out the author is an authoress. Which only makes her adventures and life that much more alluring and envy-inducing.
In 2008 I led a one-off tour that started in Cairo and then stretched west across North Africa, meandering all the way to Casablanca in Morocco. Back on a minibus, after an exhausting wait on Egypt’s Sallum border post into Libya, I overheard my elderly tour passenger crow to her husband, “number 66 and another one off the bucket list.”
“Hey Jess,” her husband shouted. “This is our 66th country. How many countries have you been to?”
Here’s a secret.
I don’t have a bucket list.
There. I’ve said it. I have committed the sin of the modern day traveller. I don’t have a top 50 things to do before I die or even a top 20 places to see before I turn 40. When I was 20 I didn’t have a top 100 destinations to tick off a list before I turned 30 either. And when I did turn…
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