You must realize that driving around on a trip like this is a very different experience than the many backpacking trips I have been on up to now.   On a driving trip like this you don´t always visit all the important sites or stay in all the important towns.  You don't meet as many other fellow travelers.  What you do is you drive, often all day, sometimes in intense environments. When you finally park for the night, you tend, in my experience, to want to go out, see a little of the village that you are in and hit the local watering hole, where the people gather.  Often times there is not too much to report about a day of driving and thus the night life gets the focus.  Tie three months of this lifestyle together and if this trip reads more like a {adult} comic book than a respectable piece of informative travel writing, that's fine by me but I hope I didn't lowball your expectations.   I guess I will see when I go back and read what I wrote. 

On a similar note, and as you all can tell, this website has no spell checker and I´m a miserable speller.  Also, between the most mis-fit keyboards (keyboards that have the letters rubbed off, keys missing, stuck keys, keys that rapid fire 4 or 5 letters off at one touch and a few that are just miss-wired (hit the 'f' key for a 'k', ect.) and whirlwind internet cafe assaults, I realize that the grammar in some passages might seem to be written in a dialect other than our (my) native tongue.  It has taken a bit of courage on my part to post writing in such a hap-hazard style, for such a broad variety of different people to see....many people that I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting.  As once a student of English, I am accustomed to writing, spellchecking, editing, re-writing and editing again before anyone sees what it is I am trying to write.  I am hoping to do a little more editing once I get home (for myself...I don't expect any of you all to feel an urge to go through this all over again.) but I also know that I am jumping straight into a very busy time trying to get the hotel open so who knows how much more I will get to do.  

 

At this point the blur that was the past three months is a tangle of memories, the most current always overriding those memories of a month ago.  It shall be fun to read through my earlier impressions.  It will also be embarrassing, I'm sure, to read through some of the lousier passages that I'm sure I've written, cliche-ridden, misspelled, sentimental, childish, arrogant.  I know I have written in all different states of mind and in crazy rushes, trying to upload photos with alarms going off, internet cafe staff glaring and Eli honking the horn cuz we've gotta go. C'est le vie!