Without an established program, without a plane or maps, but always heading west, with these assumptions departed J. M. Romero on his round-the-world trip. With the company of a log. Ahead were the crossings of the Atlantic and the Pacific on board of freighters, a sailing boat in Indonesia, the Australian desert and the Siberian winter. He was to find entangled megalopolises like Lima and Moscow and the pleasant Vientiane in Laos, Iquitos in Peru or Nelson in New Zealand. Disease, scam, assault were all waiting for him but also the starry skies out at the ocean, the sunsets on paradise islands and the lush forests. He would get to know partners, hospitable people, presidents, drug dealers, thieves and outcasts. All without plans, just as provided day after day by the ever-new way.