There are some days when I’m tired of hauling my beat-up and heavy bag around the world. When I’m done with speaking in broken English or bartering for ‘best price’ with the locals. There are times when I’m frustrated with only a cold shower, another washing machine that doesn’t clean my clothes properly, or a slow and unreliable internet connection.
But then there are times like this. When I’m eating my breakfast looking out at a scene from a screen-saver or glossy travel magazine, and I think to myself that I might just be the luckiest bugger in the the whole darn world.