Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’
You may ask yourself why? It’s Edgar Allan Poe’s 200th birthday today!



The street sign we picked up in Sweden last year was just the first step. This year we’re going for the real thing … the summer holidays are fixed and we’re going to South America, Peru and Bolivia to be precise. From the Pacific, over the Andes, into the jungle of the Amazon, to lake Titicaca and the highest capital in the world.