By phuketwebmedia on Skatehive
This is my first post here on the TravelFeed community. I am a traveller in the true sense of the world - forgive me if that sounds grandiose or egocentric but its simply the plain truth. My parents were travellers and my siblings and I grew up on stories of travel in distant places that were almost mythical. My father rode a vespa across Europe in the late 1950's and through the Middle East to Israel. Then he put that shitty old bike on what was called a "Tramp Steamer" and rode it down to Ethiopia. From there he somehow made it over the next several years to what was then known as Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) where he met a beautiful English lady who had recently arrived there after leaving Malta. These are the skeletons of my parents stories and the details were extracted from them piecemeal over the years we grew up in boring suburbia after my parents had conformed to mainstream life - dad a commuter to an office in the city and mom a housewife. We used to pour over the giant atlas that