When she was 28 years old and I was only 5, my mother bought a renovated 1950s school bus and named it Forward. We left Toronto in the spring, driving westward towards the Pacific. Her incomprehensible plan was to drive to New Zealand but Forward blew a radiator hose in the mountains in the interior of British Columbia. Ever pragmatic, my mother sold the bus for $500 and a wheelbarrow, and started a garden. I haven’t stopped moving, but my mother’s still there, still gardening.
Read more about the bus called Forward in this post.
A Bus Called Forward is the travel writing and photography blog by writer Keph Senett. Described by readers as humorous, literary, introspective, experimental, and irreverent, A Bus Called Forward features articles that tend toward the narrative, and attracts readers looking for analysis and an emotional connection to place.
When she’s not writing about travel here, she’s writing about human rights, soccer/football, LGBT and gender issues and her own folly at her profile site, kephsenett.com.
Currently in transit, Keph spends her free time trying to figure out how to qualify for a soccer squad in Asia, Australia or Antarctica.