Some people might describe Ernest Hemingway as being "larger than life". But to say that is not entirely accurate. He was merely larger than other people's lives. He was certainly larger than my life, for example, but he fit quite comfortably into his own.
My life isn't extraordinary like that of the great Ernest Hemingway. I've never run with the bulls or told people that I fought in wars or hunted German U-Boats while drinking cocktails on my yacht. But I live life with a Hemingway Complex. Living in pursuit of the impossible. It's the only way I ever seem to do anything interesting.
This book is a collection of Adventures That I Took Without Quitting My Day Job. I suppose you could call these trips "holidays" or "vacations" but I prefer to call them adventures and thus lift them out from the realm of the mundane. Besides, any time that any of us dares to go out and see just a little bit more of this world we inhabit, then that is an adventure. Don't you think?
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