In 1983, at age 23, I hitchhiked alone through Europe for two years. I then married, had two babies, went to university at age 35, then was hired by the provincial government. I’ve continued to travel extensively. This is my first novel.
Mid-50s now, backpacking like I’m still 23. Alone in South America. Still taking chicken buses, and sleeping in budget hostels or when I’m very lucky, couchsurfing with locals. Yep, still making bad decisions too. Wouldn’t do it any other way.