I have a brother he must be in his late 50's now. He's been around a little. He was in Kabul for a while but then the Russians moved in and so he escaped to Tehran, no sooner had he got there than the Ahyatola Hommenie arrived and he decided maybe Tehran wasn't such a good place to live. Australia seemed like a pretty safe bet, so he went and worked on a cattle ranch for a while, after hitching round the perimiter of Aus the authorities caught up with him and told him he needed a visa. They were kind enough to fly him back to Scotland, where he promptly married an Aussie girl and returned to Aus for a while. They then travelled back across land from Aus to Africa and spent some time going down the middle of Africa, Timbuktu, those sort of places. I think the heat was a problem because he went and set up a business in Saskatoon, in the middle of the Canadian winter (-40). Itchy feet took him down through the U.S. and Mexico to Guat. and the last I heard he was in the jungle down there somewhere, possibly in Monterrico. This is just a very brief summary of some of his travels, but if anyone should come across a red haired Scotsman, probably hidden under a sombrero on a hammock, answering to the name, Tony Gillespie, would they please let me know.
Danie Gillespie. firstname.lastname@example.org
-- (July 10, 2006) on Monterrico