‘I thought you were already on an adventure’ typed my friend Kris with her still-drunk fingers.

‘no, this is tourism’, I typed back, wishing my hands were in a country where beer was easy to find, ‘I pay money and get to see shit. I mean, an adventure‘.

see, I’ve had this idea for quite some time now.

eluded to it a few times when there was no money at all.

and it’s a good idea,

good enough for National Geographic to take note.

but in my heart-of-hearts, I don’t know if they’ll run with it.

it’s an adventure, I’m tellin’ ya, but it could be a hairy one.

hairy enough that Dad’s friend Mark has already emailed me a few times,

‘- can send his plane in case shit hits the fan’ and ‘grow your cajonies real big beforehand’ have been said to me.

so that should tell you it’s somethin’.

and I’m nervous, but that’s good.

I’m not nervous here – despite the propaganda I’ve grown up with.

adventure-nervous.

Scott pointed out a well-known author already took the same route,

which bummed me out a little, but realized it was hardly an original route to begin with.

it’s the way it’s done.

I’ll find out soon what’s what and will then elaborate more.