
Now that I’m 70 years old, I have the pleasure of being targeted with age discrimination by travel insurance companies.
'Staying Alive By Not Staying Still'
Now that I’m 70 years old, I have the pleasure of being targeted with age discrimination by travel insurance companies.
Happy New Year, 2022! Forty-seven years ago I was a recent college grad, about to begin a long career as a journalist starting in New Jersey, then California, then to …
Today’s the day I make 70 years on this planet, and I’d never been inked.
Until now. It was time to get it done.
I chose a simple idea, a tribute to my original influencer, the great American bard, author of Leaves of Grass, Song of The Open Road, Walt Whitman.
I took four words from that latter poem, that paen to the glory of wanderlust that sums up what I do and focuses my aim as senior solo traveler better than anything else could.
“Forever alive, forever forward.”
Just a few days ago, I walked through the streets of Batumi, Georgia, second-largest city in this beautiful country, which straddles the eastern edge of Europe and western edge of Asia, an area of the world often called Eurasia.
Batumi boasts the beautiful Black Sea coastal resorts and the spectacular Caucasus mountains, the tallest mountains in Europe.
It was a quiet Sunday morning, my first full day in Batumi after a 5.5-hour excursion by train from Tbilisi the day before.
Ever want to give a new fellow traveler your contact info but don’t have a pencil, pen, or piece of paper to write on?
Then you grab your phone and put a note somewhere in there, and find out later you didn’t type it in correctly?
Try carrying your own personalized travel cards to hand out to whomever you meet.
People I talk to in my travels are often amazed when I tell them how I abandoned retirement life in Hawaii to live a nomadic life on the road.
“Why would you do that?” they ask. “Hawaii’s so beautiful!”
Over the weekend I went with a friend and a local ex-pat group from Tbilisi on a trip that included hiking among the fall colors of the Sabaduri Forest National Park and a visit to a nearby sanctuary for Georgian Brown Bears.
I may be a heathen but I love the traditional ceremonies, rituals, art and especially the music of historic churches.
Gori, a Georgian city of about 45,000 people, capital of the Shida Katli district of Georgia, is probably best known for being the birthplace of Joseph Stalin, leader of the Soviet Union from 1924 until his death in 1953.
Gori was important militarily as far back as the middle ages, and the remains of the 7th-century A.D. Gori fortress on a prominent hilltop in the city is a popular tourist attraction. Yet the city’s most well-known attraction is undoubtedly the Stalin Museum.