I’m an old guy, retired, a layabout. But I have a lot of stories to tell and time to write them. There’s a motorcycle adventure in Fascist Spain in 1964, a ride across Siberia in 1968 and much more foolishness here and there. If you have the travel bug, you may find the time you spend reading these stories is time well wasted.
Layabout
Tales of a layabout 