Generally I narrate my life story back to myself with me as a protagonist. But if everyone’s doing that, the people we meet on the road may cast me as the idiot, the callous foreigner, the terror. They might even have good reasons to do so (1,400 words). Continue reading
It’s a bit of a wasteland here; Continental Drift-er has sustained a lengthy absence. I posted a video in October but it’s been a few months since a words-heavy post! This hiatus has happened without intention, but with awareness that it’s happening. My aim is to delve into the reasons why, and in doing so concurrently share a little of what has happened lately.
Upon my arrival by sea from Kazakhstan my hope was to discover what sets Azerbaijan apart from its Caucasus neighbours. I’ve since reframed the question.
The map I carry of Turkey has already been effective, despite the nation being months away on the loose itinerary floating in my head. Continue reading