I’m married, but I still travel solo

In 2001, single and 32, I spent a bunch of months backpacking. Pre-cellphone era. Alone. In French-speaking countries. In West Africa. I rode helmet-less on mopeds and sunscreen-less on bull-drawn carts. I slept on roadsides in Ivory Coast and rooftops in Mali. I ate whatever food was available, which meant lots of rehydrated onions and […]