That was the idea.
Today is July 18, 1994. In the last two weeks I quit my job, gave up my apartment, and said goodbye to my friends. Two weeks from now I will do something truly crazy. On August 1, will board a plane bound for a country I've never been to. I will travel for a year and I will write about it. I will get lonely and homesick; I will smell bad and have trouble finding healthy foods; I will have difficulties that I could never predict. I will also meet wonderful people and make new friends; I will discover the best beer I have ever tasted; and, with any luck, I will find out what rewards life offers the intrepid.
Maybe I can't convince you to quit your job. Maybe I can't convince you to sell your car and head into the unknown. Maybe I don't need to. After all, I'm not doing this for you. In fact, I don't know exactly why I am doing it, except that I believe the trip will explain itself along the way.
This column is many things: it is a chronicle of my trip, it is a periodic letter to family and friends, it is souvenir to look back on when I am old, it is a catharsis. Nonetheless, it is good to have you along. Please feel welcome to join me from your living room or your cubicle, or wherever you happen to be, and live vicariously for a time.
I will buy a car in Tallinn, Estonia -- perhaps an old Ford or Opel or Fiat -- drive it for a year, and sell it when I am done.
After a year of travel, I expect to return to Portland, Oregon, to go back to the business of leading an ordinary life. Until then, open up world, I'm climbing in!
My name is Kenn Nesbitt. I am an American and, like most Americans, I have spent my life blissfully ignorant of the rest of the world. I speak no foreign languages, I know very little of other cultures. And, until last year, I had never been off the North American continent.
My girlfriend at that time -- an enchanting Hungarian woman -- and I spent two weeks in Budapest, Hungary, and parts of Southern Germany. That was all it took. Now I'm hooked and I must see more. She enrolled in a university in Budapest for her next school year and she and I were to spend a year in Hungary. In May of this year, she and I broke up. I am still spending a year abroad. However, instead of just going to Budapest, I will travel and see a little more of the world
I am 32 years old and I make my living as a computer consultant and writer. Until two weeks ago, I worked for Microsoft Consulting Services, a division of Microsoft that helps companies develop client/server business database systems and other software. It was a very good job, as jobs go, but I still felt I was trading my life for a steady paycheck. Call it what you will: gen-X angst, a sense of immurement, or simple wanderlust. In truth, I could no longer justify the eight-to-five grind, having seen something of the richness and wonder the world has to offer. Pandora's box is open and, since it cannot be closed, I am compelled to explore the contents.
I have two travel guides, both published earlier this year: 'The Lonely Planet Survival Guide for the Baltic States' and 'Eastern Europe On the Loose'. They recommend, among other things, taking your own clothes line and detergent, pictures of family and friends, and plenty of Pepto Bismol. They also offer a rule of thumb: 'take half as much luggage and twice as much money'.
What they wouldn't know to recommend is a Radio Shack tone dialer for checking U.S. voice mail, and an acoustic coupler for using a modem on European phones. From the experience of my last trip, I am also taking, as gifts, American cigarettes (not Marlboros, which are plentiful in Eastern Europe) and Hershey bars.
Now all I have left to do is to sell my car and to finish putting everything else into storage. Trust me, this is no small task.
Copyright © 1994, Kenn Nesbitt