Bangkok, Thailand. Photo: John Kellenberger
Most of my memorable journeys have centered, not on the destination, but along the roads I traveled to get there.
In 2003, I woke up on a beautiful August morning and decided I was moving to Asia. It’s amazing, because I can remember that day like it was just yesterday. The years have simply flown together from one adventure to the next. I’ve traveled roads that have taken me throughout this wonderful continent known as Asia.
These paths I’ve journeyed on have been magical. I have been truly free to map my own course. This means freedom to me of an almost undefinable nature. I am free to explore, dream and conquer anything my heart desires. This is what moving to Asia has given me.
I know I’m not the first Westerner to be hypnotized by Asia. The diversity. The beauty. The scintillating colors. The smells. The allure of 5000 years of civilization. The ever changing faces of Asia from dirt poor villages to ancient capitals and gleaming modern cities. It’s all utterly captivating. Being a direct observer and participating in all of this has really opened my eyes to the differences between all cultures and the wonderful diversity that exists in this world.