I travel because it makes for good stories, even the bad experiences. Especially the bad experiences.
How could I ever forget being on a converted fishing boat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with seven people I couldn’t stand and mice that ate through everyone’s luggage?
Or camping in Africa where the only possibility for dinner one night was a bowl layered with salad, tuna fish, sardines, crackers, salami, canned fruit salad and garnished with a dollop of whipped cream and sardine oil?
Of course, I’ve also eaten fabulous meals in exquisite, exotic settings. If I try hard enough, I can still conjure up the taste of some of those hot, sour, sweet, salty, spicy foods.