A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Date of event: 7/30/2008
This was the last time I was dry. It rained like you wouldn't believe, at one point I have water running down my arms and my underpants are sodden and I find my'self sheltering under a tree. Not a leafy oak or chestnut though but some diaphanous number that offered no protection at all. But then what did I care I couldn't really get any wetter.
So I wonder where we'll go next?