Ever since I read The Accidental Tourist I’ve thought that a travel writer would be a good job for me. If Rick Steves wants to send me to some obscure Third World country, I’d be happy to sit on the plane and write ethereal observations in William Hurt’s soothing voice. I would go to the places none of the other travel writers wanted to go to, like Afghanistan, Mount Everest and Youngstown.
I would offer my own advice for travelers, like “Strollers are not permitted on Mount Kilimanjaro” and “Feeding the penguins in Antarctica is not advised” and “Babies can’t take malaria pills, you know.” [Read more…] about My Next Career: Trip Packing Advisor