American writer and Nobel Prize winner John Steinbeck concluded,“People don’t take trips… trips take people.”His encapsulation – succinct and sweet – accurately reflects my own personal adventures, although I am the first to acknowledge that I am privileged to have the means and opportunity to explore our amazing planet as frequently as I do. If you are open to the notion of discovery it often creates a series of unexpected connections that have the vibrancy to alter the very core of identity. Where I see myself in the world, and how I believe it works, has gone through several significant changes in recent years and I hold most dear the paradox of Albert Einstein’s celebrated conundrum:“The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know.”My most recent cerebral collision with contradiction occurred in a country that is now imprinted in my consciousness for eternity ─ Cambodia. But first, let me start this epic journey over six thousand miles away in territory I am more familiar with ─ the United Kingdom.
There is something peculiar about the way Brits associate themselves with politics. The fact is, hardly anyone gets off their ass to vote, and a meaningful amount are willing to accept that
