If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Never Do a Solo Car Trip Without a Jumper Cable
This incident happened when I went on a 1000 Km solo car trip from Pune to Tiruvannamalai in 2018. After leaving Pune, I stopped over at Belagavi for a night of rest and was ready to leave for Bangalore, my second stopover.
Walking the Dog in an Interdependent & Independent-Minded State!
Welcome to Northwest Indiana, says Roxy, who loyally panted by my side after a long and winding stroll down our new “hood”. Her older sister, Nitty, rested in the other room – always on-call. Today, the dog walked VERY WELL, in this “new” Northwestern Indiana territory. Remember, she’s from the Caribbean, and has ALLERGIES. I’m from the South Chicagoland Area, mentally ill, and came with an elderly cat with ongoing FOOD desires. You’ll learn WHY people LOVE their dogs here, and the OBLIGATIONS of ALL PET/ANIMAL SUPPORTERS out there to BE RESPONSIBLE PET OWNERS by BEING KIND AND MINDFUL! As you should be to yourself!
We missed the red trolly, its chimes ringing loudly down Nob Hill, so we sat on lush grass making marigold crowns, using our fingernails to make holes in stems, lacing each flower through another. Sun begetting sun. We set laurel wreaths on top of your head, trying first to christen you, then console you with hymns.
June 6th 2016
June 6th Today I went to a dunkin donuts I will not be coming back to. Manager was such a bitch about my cart, she could have asked kindly for me to move it but she comes out telling me she's gonna call the cops and just being nasty about it. Looks like I was wrong about the street it's N 60th ave.
Arrested at the Casino in Bethlehem - facing the lonely choice.
February 28th, 2020. A true story. There are times in your life when you have to take all of your remaining chips and thrust them into the center of the table; all in. Regardless of the stakes, or the odds – with caution to the wind – you’ve looked out from the inside of your sunglasses and realized abruptly that everyone at the table is staring at you.
Right before the clash of man and bat in Wuhan, I was right beside the city opening an affiliated Jiu-jitsu academy. The locals were very kind, giving me an in-depth tour of the city and how they live their day-to-day lives. In China, being a white male, I was a spectacle. Children and adults alike would follow suit and ask me to flex my biceps or to feel my skin. I’ve always been rather outgoing, so I loved it, I was like a celebrity. As strange as a white man in China was, I had nothing on the food. There were fast-food chains prominent in North America littered throughout but I wanted the real deal. Give me the food you all eat on a daily basis, I requested. They smirked, ready to have a field day with all the cuisines I’d undoubtedly never fathomed. The first was fried scorpion on a stick. The crunch of the shell actually complimented the jerky-like muscles of the inside, quite tasty with the spices and such it was orchestrated with. The scorpion on a stick certainly surprised me but not nearly as much as them being brought out live. Stingers cut off, my friends dipped them in wine and chomped down. Possibly my favorite of the cultivating cultures food was the extra fluffy pancakes. They had this perfect golden sheen on their smooth dome-like structure. They are quite filling but still a great way to start the day. I was offered some bat, but something there just didn’t feel right...
I don’t currently have the means to travel the world, like I would like. One day, I hope to be able to build a tiny house boat to travel by water as well as to own an RV to travel by land. I would love nothing more than to have a full passport. However, at this point in my life, that is not possible. Of course, there are many ways to travel without breaking the bank. One of the ways I have attempted to explore is moving to unknown places in my country. Many times, throughout my life I have simply pointed to a map and moved there, with little to no real plan. It always seems to work out somehow and I have been able to see much of the United States this way. Once my children were born, I tended to opt more towards road trips. Whenever we had the chance, we would go within a day’s trip from our home and take time to explore every aspect of our location’s offerings. This is how my children also became foodies in their own right.
I Lost My Locket
I lost my locket today. Or perhaps it was yesterday, I can’t be certain. But losing that will only contribute to my loss of mind. Standing in the ruins of Clesher City, with the clouds darker than usual and the flakes of polluted ash raining down, I can’t help but lose faith. Faith that I’d get that far, hope that I’d survive until then and yet, here I stand with no God to help me now. Down the trail of the past, I return to where I had once seen it.
Places Still Have Names
I just visited Beacon, New York for the first time. It was absolutely stunning, gorgeous, diverse, fun, and mind clearing to get out of the City for the day.
Welcome back, your dreams were your ticket out… For sure. My dreams, though never defined, definitely involved traveling abroad, determined to make it out of my jacked-up neighborhood and even more jacked-up town. I’d left once before several years ago and came back, so technically this is round two. In both cases, wherever I was traveling in the world, there was an ever present thought in the back of my mind. It was there on the island of Koh Chang in Thailand, while walking along the beach in the moonlight with a French girl I’d just met, almost too pretty to be real. It was there at a party in the Swedish embassy in Tokyo, wine glass in hand, surrounded by rich types, feeling like an extra in a Bond movie. It was with me at Café de Flore in Paris, as I sipped my café avec Chantilly and nibbled on a croissant. I made sure to enjoy every minute of every moment. Because I knew. I knew I was on borrowed time. Sooner or later the jig would be up and I’d have to return to my reality. Sure enough, here I am, back home where I started.
With Humanity, From Russia
I broke through the door of a dimly lit bar and onto the cobblestones of a street I'd seen twice before; once approaching, once ruminating, and now leaving. I didn't know it then, but this was the end of a lifetime and its beginning anew.
The Complete Coyote Gulch Tale
Chapter 1: To the Edge of Coyote Gulch “Where will you be heading into the gulch at?” asked the National Park Service Ranger stationed behind the counter at the Escalante visitor center upon hearing our request for a backcountry permit. When my companion Kat replied “40 mile trailhead” the old woman’s head snapped up sharply and she fixed us both with a hard gaze. “You do realize the trail there is a 45 degree descent. Are you both capable of handling that, with packs?” We nodded as she gave us the once over, appearing satisfied with what she saw she handed over the permit and we turned to leave. A 45 degree descent sounded challenging but that was exactly the reason we had made the long trip out to the Utah desert, to test ourselves against some of the most difficult backpacking conditions to be found in the United States and prove our mettle. At the time I was grateful for the heads up and warning, later I would curse the old woman for what she neglected to tell us. The 45 degree descent into the gulch was a one way trip, it simply was not possible to return up out of the gulch the same way.