" . . . The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved... desirous of everything at the same time."
--Jack Kerouac

This is the first in what we hope to be many (assuming Sir Rabble-Rouéser survives) travelogues from our dear friend Dennis Williams: poet, author, philosopher of all things wrong-headed, and constant inspiration to us. This installment of photographs was sent from Dennis and his travel mate Mike at the tail of their vagabond through India.

A debt of gratitude is owed to Dennis for his constant vigilance in seeing what's just the other side of nowhere.

For those of us that know Dennis (and there are thousands), it comes as no surprise that he left America on a year-and-a-half journey with nothing but a list of the most unpopularly unvisited countries, a motorcycle, a friend, and the belief that what's in the ether will provide the answer. For those of you who haven't met him yet, he's the first and last of his kind. Join us as we watch him identify himself with the infinite and wander in the unfathomable.

And now, a word from he who is too imaptient to wait for wisdom and decided to meet it face to face:

Our plan is to be in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia for the Nadam Festival by the 1st week of July, which entails an approx. 4000-mile (6400 km) sprint through Budapest, Romania, Bulgaria, Istanbul... then a ferry over to Odessa, Ukraine. From there, we head east to Astrachan, Russia (at the Russian-Kazak border) and from there to Atyrau, Aktobe, Aralsk, Shymkent, Bishkek, Almaty, Semey and into the Western edge of Mongolia; meaning, the most challenging part of this journey is still to begin. (I won't mention the fact that we plan on riding all the way back to Europe afterwards). There are many stories I wish share, but those will have to wait for another day over a glass of cheap Scotch. much xoxoxo, Denis Williams