In the summer of 1977 I found myself in Istanbul, with enough free time and cash to travel home taking whatever route and however much time my heart desired. Choices…I could hop on a plane and fly west via New York, and be back at SeaTac in 48 hours. Or I could travel east by train, bus, and boat. It would take months. I turned myself to the east and began traveling overland, alone.
I left Istanbul on 7/3/77, and arrived back in Seattle some time in October. I didn’t do the whole thing without resort to aircraft. Once I reached Pakistan I started hopping around on airplanes: Peshawar to Delhi, Delhi to Kashmir and so on, finally flying home from Bali. The bit from Istanbul to Peshawar in Pakistan was entirely overland, mostly by bus. I kept a journal and took photos, and then rolled it all out onto the web thirty years later in 2007.