Gram Skovbjerg

Have you ever wanted to do one thing crazy?

Have you ever wanted to stroll on the wild side?

Have you ever wanted to leave the office atmosphere and in no way return?

Driving up to Manchester 1 autumn's evening in 1995, I decided some thing had to alter.

The 3 hour journey from Leicester had turned into a six hour marathon, once again.

It was cold, damp and desolate stuck in the endless lines of slow moving automobiles.

In my briefcase sat an unsigned and rather overly negotiated contract extension for my job in Leicester. When I lastly arrived in Manchester at 11pm, bored, hungry and miserable - I knew that I could not face another winter of living and functioning out of a suitcase. Trekking In Nepal includes further about when to see it. It was time for severe adjust.

The week before, I had been stuck on a train for hours heading down to London.

The woman sat opposite me had left her travel magazine on the seat when she alighted at Luton. I had study my newspaper back to front and on the second time of reading, I found absolutely nothing new.

I reached over and killed a tiny time by flicking through the glossy magazine, but each time I thumbed the pages, my eyes returned to page 34 which advertised a five month trip to South and Central America. Private Expeditions includes further about the purpose of it. Setting off from Ushuaia in Argentina (the most southerly City in the world) and finishing in Mexico City. The itinerary read like a Who's Who of best travel destinations.

Buenos Aires, Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, Punta Arenas, Pucon (Mount Villarica - ten,000 feet active volcano), Bariloche, Esquel, the Argentine lake district, Santiago, Valparaiso, La Serena, the Atacama desert, Arica, Nazca, Arequipa, Cusco, Machu Picchu, Lake Titicaca, La Paz, Manaus, Angel Falls and so on...

Do you get the picture?

Travelling on a converted truck and totally free camping, the lucky adventurers would experience the complete variety of South and Central America's charms. Possessing in no way been camping prior to and with my thirty-fifth birthday celebrations still ringing in my ears, I abruptly realised that I was confronted by a serendipitous 'once in a lifetime' chan