My friend Marty Fritzhand, one of the world's most experienced improvisational travelers, called me on Monday morning and said, "Let's go somewhere for a couple weeks. Like on Saturday." We're going. Improvisational travel means that he, sometimes with me trailing along way behind him carrying my backpack and his, arrive in remote parts of emerging (what used to be called third-world) nations with a sketchy plan, no reservations and a Lonely Planet Guidebook. In the backpacks are two extra shirts and a change of underwear. That's pretty much it. The basic plan on Monday was a trip to Indonesia - Bali, Java, Sumatra. But as I write this, I have no real idea where we're going. In fact, we don't have airline tickets for a Saturday flight, but an hour ago he told me not to worry about it. So I won't. I'll do my part and pick up our Malaria pills.
A little more about Marty. There is virtually no area in the moderate and warm weather world he has not been. Sometimes visiting a place multiple times, wringing more adventure out of it with each subsequent visit. For example, he and I were in India four years ago. It was his 12th visit there. That number is now seventeen. We went to an obscure country in West Africa once, Burkino Faso. Heard of it I don't think so. He'd been there before.
When I know more about where we're going and what we'll do, it'll be posted here.
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