A woman drafts 20 chapters, stories of her travels in neighborhoods less visited. Then she doubts their value: why in a time when Amerika is collapsing, would anyone want to read stories of a privileged, white, middle class American woman roaming less traveled roads? The places themselves have long since changed. Chang Mai 25 years ago is nothing like Chang Mai today. Travel protocol has changed. She questions her advice to single women travelers. Still, the stories stretch across three decades. To say they are not valuable is to say half her life is without value. Has left no wisdom. Has offered no insights. So the woman sighs, picks up a neglected chapter and begins again to pedal up the hills of revisions.
