It was 1971, money was worth a bit more back then. I forget the town, I was staying at a Youth Hostel and the used van was in town. I had saved up $11,800 from when I was in the Army, so I just had my parents send some money from my account. Drove around in Europe until I got bored, then went back.
I had a truck load of PTSD from 'Nam and needed the adventures/adrenaline to keep me sane. Built and raced motorcycles, but about every 18 months I had to do 'something'. Sailed to Hawaii, then hitch-hiked through Oz, sailed around the Marshall Islands for 6 weeks (deserted islands, virgin reefs, climbing coconut trees, etc), traveled through New Zealand - did a bunch of stuff while I worked and went to school.
Last year I got 'resurrected' for the SECOND time. Between tours I showed up at Hunter Army Airfield for Cobra transition and had three blokes come up to me "Hey Shulze, I heard you got killed" - Nope, just 'shot' there's a difference. Then last year I got a email from my Scout Platoon leader that he had just read my OBITUARY! Nice obituary, but it wasn't me. I contacted the Vietnam Helicopter Pilots Association and cleared it up. They resurrected me the second time by running a story I wrote about a minor action in 'Nam.
Background on the story, when I got home I threw all my stuff away. However, about 8-9 years later my mother gave me a clipping that I had sent them from our unit's newspaper. The clipping refreshed my memory and I wrote up the story and sent the clipping and story to the unit's webpage.
Here's a link to the story, it's the first story and called 'In The Open'
https://directory.vhpa.org/cddata/magazines/NovDec2018.pdf
Random thought - I hate getting old...