I've spent much of my life travelling the world. "Peacekeeping", war fighting, Europe, SW Asia, below the equator and above 60deg North. I've been broke in a pon shop selling my bass amp and I've been unbelievably rich with a suitcase full of Tolar in Slovenia. As life blasted past I was wishing for one thing only; to go home.
Home has meant many things to me over the years. A 5 star hotel, a hole in the desert getting ate alive by bugs as tracer rounds flew over head. And everywhere in between. A restless feeling to get moving somewhere; to the desire to just see my family.
It`s a different feeling coming home after all these years. Finding things in common with people is by far the most difficult thing. I find comfort in the solo aspect of life as it`s always been the one certain thing I guess. The one thing I knew would always need to perform and hold up until I could could finish my goal of going home. A recent DNA test was a bit of a surprise and has proven some of my family never made it home. J2 M172 is a very strange and rare YDNA for a English family to have. The best answer I have found was Syrian archers or others brought in from the middle east passed their genetic line onto my ancestors during the roman occupation of England. J2 M172 being most concentrated in Syria, Georgia and the Caucasus.
Now we set forward rebuilding our life's here. From a Syrian archer brought to fight to a middle eastern DNA strain over looking Hopeall falls today.
Home is where you make it.
Back around the bay to get in some well deserved paddling.