travel stories from an old broad and a passport

Which, I might add, I did on my own. It only took 8 months, a few hundred viewings of YouTube “how to” videos and cursing in a variety of languages. (one should always learn a few key words before travelling to another country – like please, thank you, where is the toilet and local speak for &^%^^&& – helpful when you need to balance yourself a stand-up toilet late into a rough 3rd class 12-hour train ride)

My learning curve also required the occasional glass of wine, a lot of whining to my amazingly patient friends, and frequent consumption of chocolate – but here it is! And I did not call my brilliant sons even once to rescue me from the website design hell I had placed myself into

Oh – and in case you are wondering about the name of my blog. Many years ago, I was travelling with a group of much younger people, when one particularly mouthy young male made a statement about the ability of this “old broad” to undertake the trip. Challenge accepted! This “old broad” out-did, out-lasted and out-cursed him (in Hindi no less! See? Learning a bit of the language is good thing).

The term “old broad” became a badge of honor, which I wear proudly.