I've stumbled across this thread on a Google search and have to respond. I've been stunned by this, and for obvious reasons don't want my family to know & needlessly worry them but I need to get it out. I knew this man. Well, obviously I did not, but I met him while I spent most of 2010 traveling. It was in Munich in August of 2010. It was on a beer hall tour, a group of about 15 from all corners of the globe. We drank, sang, had a generally festive evening (I have a bunch of pictures & even a video of him serenading some of the crowd at one of the beer halls). I remember thinking he was a bit of a wanker, but an overall OK guy. I also remember in a beer haze outside the last establishment he kissed me & tried to make a play, but I was not interested (thank god!). We became friends on Facebook, as did a few others from that night, and continued on our travels, but kept in touch, thanks to social media. Then the following year in August of 2011, he had made his way to Canada, so in the interest of fellowship among travellers, I invited him to visit me where I was living in Nova Scotia. I introduced him to my friends, allowed him to stay in my home, with my roommate & her parents who were also visiting, and even travelled alone with him on a camping trip to Cape Breton, sleeping in a tent, so that I could show him the Cabot Trail and numerous other natural beauties that province has to offer. I knew he had some demons, as most grown adults travelling long term do, but never did I suspect anything to this level. I questioned how he could afford to travel for so long, but he said he had savings, worked odd jobs along the way, etc... which is not an unheard of scenario. I myself sold my house & put all my belongings in storage to travel as long as I did. After seeing his last status update, knew he was going home, something previous to spending many months in a commune like "enlightenment" environment he said he would never do, so I wondered what had happened to him on his return. Was concerned for a man I though was a friend. Google told me in all of a second, and I was sick. Sick to think I showed this man any kindness, that I presented him to people I cared about as a somewhat odd but overall nice man, that I spent 48 hours completely alone with him in the wilderness, and what could have happened. I prided myself on being a smart solo woman traveller, on never getting myself into strange or unsafe circumstances, trusting my gut & being a good judge of character, but still not taking any unnecessary risks. I am thankful every day for whatever reason (probably because by that time I was broke), I was not a target for him, I am grateful that something happened to this man while in South America that he decided to face up to what he had done & return home, but it has shaken my faith in people, has made me second guess my instincts, has destroyed my trust in strangers, and built a wall that on future travels, may mean I remain closed off from meeting some really great people. It is in no way as heinous or disgusting as what he did to his wife, but he still has taken something from me. May Debbie rest in peace, may her family find some comfort in the fact that justice has been served, and may he spend every day of the next 30 years in misery, atoning for taking a life so violently to supply his own greed, & feeling guilt for all of the lives he irreparably damaged.