Overland Before the Hippie Trail

<p>As they drove through the hot flat Iraqi desert Patricia looked over at her husband. He was guzzling water; sweat was running down his neck; the outside temperature was way over 100; and their 1963 VW camper van had no air conditioning.  Yikes she thought. This is not how I pictured our honeymoon.  It was August of 1966. They had gone to Europe the previous summer after their wedding and that trip had stretched into a two-year adventure that took them around the world on a bare-bones budget.</p><p><br></p><p>In those days with no mobile phones no Internet and limited maps they were out of contact with family for months at a time while dodging a cholera epidemic in Iraq staying in a palace in Pakistan meeting with a maharaja in his stately home in India and floating on a barge down the Mekong River in Laos. The journey had become a way of life as they found themselves drawn into a culture of international overland travelers while exploring a world that was large varied and filled with people who were curious welcoming and generous.</p><p><br></p>