In my wildest dreams, I never thought that it would play out this way. On that first night when I set the proverbial pen to paper in Hong Kong, almost a full 3 years ago, I wanted a reason to justify traveling, a link to the world back home, and most of all, I wanted to write. Some of my friends had done fantastic travel blogs: The Reiersons, Eric Rems, and Mark & Cathy Jackson. I wanted to follow in their footsteps. Share my experience, allow you to travel with me.
I suppose there is a point for everyone when the present catches up to your mind, panting and wheezing. When you realize you have become something that was once simply an idea.
As I walked around our room on the top floor of the Armani Hotel in the tallest building in the world, I realized that I was a travel writer.
Being paid to come to Dubai and having drivers, 8 course meals, and quadruple digit hotel rooms thrown at Kristin and I as if they were buckets of Ecuadorian poop has allowed the gravity of my situation to sink in. For all of you that have followed the ride from the beginning, I want to thank you along with my incredible editor at Gadling for believing that I have interesting things to say. Normal posting will resume soon. It is rumored a Boo's Corner is in the making as well.