Hard to take in, really, but it's now 25 years since I got back from  

this little adventure. And 35 years since I / we (remembering Julie) 

set off. Unbelievable. So many unforgettable experiences. Thing is,   

I've probably forgotten at least a half of them. Does that mean they 

WEREN'T unforgettable? Bit of a bummer, that, as I could have 

sworn they were. Anyway, May 28 will always be special to me,  

and I will forever be grateful for every one of those experiences. 

Apart from the muggings, I guess (Peru and Nicaragua). 

Onwards and upwards...