An irrational neuroscientist
In which the writer experiments with electronics, biology, start-ups, backpacking, writing and filmmaking
On 9 October 2017, as the world commemorated the 50th anniversary of Ernesto “Che" Guevara’s assassination, my mind went back to 28 January 2008. It was the day I got my first job offer, deferred my joining date by a couple of months, landed in Cusco, Peru, hopped on a motorcycle, and hit the road, a la Che Guevara. My four-and-a-half year stint in the neuroscience PhD programme at the Johns Hopkins University had ended disastrously with a Masters. But now, inspired by the movie The Motorcycle Diaries, I was ready to explore South America.