“Imagine if mum could see us,” I mumbled to Christine, not needing a response.
It didn’t matter, the surrounding landscape made sure the insignificance of my words remained just that: insignificant.
A distant mountain range growled angrily, it’s climbing peaks engulfed by a tense and brooding force.
Moving intently through the field, a local family of the Mongolian Steppe worried little of the matter, focused only on harvesting the day’s milk.
It was here we would set camp and here that Dear Mum was born.
At the edge of flowing torrent, the sun’s afternoon glow fueling reflection, we knew it: Our mums would love this story!
Our travels are long and, like many, meandering. But beyond the details, or lack thereof, lay one consistent reality: Mum cares.
When ears tire of international tales of mystery, Mum’s stand resilient, waiting intently for more.
With that in mind, and back in civilisation, we invested $4 in two pens and a book.
The first stroke set free a flurry of barely coherent text. The rants, the tales, the ideas and the questions flowed. It had begun.
Dear Mum is not a “how-to” or “where-to” blog. It’s not an “adventure blog” and it’s definitely not a “writers” blog.
It’s a place to put those stories that are significant to us because we know they will be significant to Mum.
If you enjoy a good tale, please, join the journey. They’re fun and easy, like we choose to be.
We are wanderers before writers and gawkers before photographers.
In the end, we are just a couple of kids on the road.
Dan and Christine – The Kids