this man was the pilot and he was miserable.

They decided to help him so they share their food with him and started to get contact with some people in order to help him. Eventually after a week his army found him but he decided to stay a bit longer because he met with the love of his life Robin. While the boys were trying to help him they told Robin to talk him because she was the only one talk’s English in the town. HAPPY ENDING

His sister had never understood, they were from a small town in Mexico, her dream was the city; Marco could not imagine a worse fate.

Now, three months after their mothers' death, Marco was ready to go, a photo of him and his sister safe in his pocket.

He sat on an abandoned sofa on the side of the road, waving hands at passerby cars to hopefully get to the airport in time for stop number one: Africa.

He had never been on a plane before, there was an odd feeling in his gut, a mix of fear and excitement. He clutched tightly at his and his sisters photo before boarding the plane. A bus he had rented was waiting for him at the airport.

He had spent his whole life saving for this trip. No time to look back, he thought. He spent his mornings driving around and his afternoons walking to explore the area. He would return just before sunset and sit next to his bus, staring at the beautiful landscape in front of him as the glowing sun slowly disappeared.

He spent around a month in Africa before running into a tribe of cannibals on one of his walks. Three men with spears.

Marco knew, of course, in a single glance that they were trouble. He did not need trouble.

He ran back to his bus and drove away, called for the helicopter also previously rented which took him back to the airport. Before riding it, he turned around to look at the gushing nature before him one last time, the weight of his backpack grounding him. He pulled out the picture from his pocket, staring at the image of him and his sister, they were each others only family left, now.

Yes, that was enough of Africa for now.

The next stop was the Swiss Alps, where he spent days in the mountain trails. The heat had never been a problem in Africa, Marco was used to it but the cold. Oh he could not handle the cold.

Though the towering mountains were a nice change of pace from Africa, with their snow kissed paths and the pine trees just begging for one to be lost in them: Marco missed the heat. So, he thought as he finally texted his sister back, time to go.

Afterwards there was northern US, hotter than the Alps but not by much, where he spent his time trying to hunt a wild boar.

Then he swam in the Mediterranean Sea and saw the Great Wall of China but none of them were enough.

In every place he went he found something that he did not like, something that made him want to leave. Every time before doing so, he would look at a photo of his sister.

It finally clicked when he was in the Caribbean, it was his sister, he missed his sister.

Traveling the world had been fun and all but his dreams had always included a certain someone too.

Yes, it was time to go home. Home was Africa, or the Alps, or the USA or the Mediterranean, or China. It wasn't even Mexico, it was his sister.

He stared at the photo one last time before arranging his flight back home.

His sister greeted him at the airport and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. They spent the night, catching each other up on their lives. She mentioned a boyfriend, he told her about the Caribbean.

"Take me sometime," she said.

He nodded as the calming hug that was sleep slowly pulled him towards itself, a smile on his face.

Home, family, sister... It was the same thing, really.