Where I been ‘n where I am now, ain’t got nothin’ on where I’m a-goin’ next - come along now, and together we’ll see, what few dare to be…. I slept in the Ritz in Mayfair, ate steak there, on private estates outside Rome, in Texas, Montana, and Argentina. But I never wrote nothin’ ‘till I was sleeping rough in the craggy-peaked, forested wildness, of the Albanian hinterlands. Homeless, and every moment of every day, you’re a traveler. Just you, your thoughts, and the tales - of people you meet, of challenges and feats, and thoughts that fill your existence. Come with me…. Together we’ll fly across Europe in private jet, stopping in Milan for shopping, and Paris for lunch. Or hitch a ride with a stunt pilot, and gird for the g-force, as he loses control spinning off a rolling loop. We’ll cross the Atlantic for free in a cargo plane, yacht-hop across the Aegean as deck hands, hitchhike our winding way through the barren and craggy peaks of inner Anatolia, and cradle together in the caves of Cappadoccia. Or maybe you prefer 150-proof banana flavoured Jamaican rum in Bahamian beach bars? Banging down burritos in Mexican border towns? Carousing for gold in the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul? Or haggling for trinkets in the souks of Tangiers, where literally everything, is up for grabs. Hang on to your hubris…! We’ll climb high into the peaks, discover virgin waterfalls, and meander with the flow down to deserted sugar-sand beaches, passing ancient palaces of princes and princesses, wi