Peace out Westerners

Tomorrow I set sail on my journey. And on my way I'll be burning all the bridges, and finally, when I arrive in England, well I'm burning the boat down. This ain't no three week trip with a tourist group. No no no. This is me traveling alone for a bare minimum of 6-8 months but I can't see myself not staying much longer than that. It seems so surreal that two days from now I'll be wandering around the streets of London. I'm getting those Columbus sailing into the unknown vibes. It's never been a feeling of fear or doubt though, it's always been one of awe and wonder and excitement. It's a feeling of intense aliveness. I can do anything.

Here we go!