Law of the nomad
I was traveling through the Hunza Valley in Pakistan one night when it was getting too late to continue, my Jeep driver pulled into the next town and wanted to stop for the night.
We ended up staying at the biggest piece of shit hotel I have ever ever stayed, it was seriously filthy, I didn’t want lay down or touch a thing.
As I signed in, I checked the guest register to see who else had passed through, low and behold, an Australian couple a month eariler!
Then I had a closer look and realized someone had just screwed the dates up. They were here right now!
A couple of door knocks later, and thats how I met Steele and Amber.
There’s people who travel, and then there’s people who travel.
That evening in hotel shit was over a year ago now, since then, Steele and Amber have crossed over land from Pakistan, through Iran, the Caucasus’s, up through the Balkans and into Europe.
We were even both in Iraq at the exact same time but didnt know it.
Similar to my trip your thinking?
Before Pakistan, they had traveled a previous 6 months overland from Indonesia, and right now have ventured to far West Europe, and heading South through Africa.
So it was awesome to catch an email from them saying they would be intown for a few days!
Life threating illnesses, bus rides from hell, which are the best antibiotics? what happened to him? did you get to that place? how did you survive this? keep in touch with home? remember when the killed the goat in the backyard?
We talked shit for days. It was great.
Amongst their musical talents, Steele happens to be quite the sketch artist, Amber flicked me his book and I took a few snaps.
Below are some of my favorites.
All the best guys.