Between language barriers, culture wars, and strange people at the airport, your trip is bound to be rife with laughter.
I Got Hit On By a Dude in the Turkish Baths of Budapest
It was day two in Budapest. Traveling alone, I hadn’t really met anyone at this stage yet. I took off to Szechenyi Baths where I had booked to go for an afternoon of relaxation.
Adventures of the Airport
I used to love the thrill of an Airport. The hustle of people rushing from one end to the other. The frantic sprint of the couple who is about to miss their connecting flight. The excited chatter of a small child carrying an overstuffed backpack containing games, cards, paper, snacks, drinks, change of clothes- all for a one-hour flight. The excited screams of families reunited together at the gates- permanently blocking the way of fellow travelers, but no one 'yelled' yelled at them.
Who's Up For A Road Trip
Covid-19 is finally starting to be under control, and travel restrictions are lessening every month. With any luck, by 2022, we will be back to a normal, or as close to normal as we can be, post-pandemic world. I don't know a single person that doesn't want to see that happen. As Travel restrictions eventually come to an end, it's time to think about those long-postponed travel plans.
Sometimes Life is Literal Poop
Sometimes Life is Full of Literal Poop I paused at the end of the long winding gravel driveway contemplating the farm I had chosen for the first night of camping in this new phase of my life. Due to a change in circumstance two years ago, I made the decision to camp across North America full time. I planned my new adventure over two years with budgeting, travel apps, and memberships, trial run rental campers, a few weeks here and a few weeks there. Today was the first day of my newly chosen lifestyle. I finagled a spot at a sheep farm in rural Maryland using my new Harvest Host membership which allows for free camping on farms, wineries, breweries, and museums. The driveway wound up a long sloping hill through several paddocks of fluffy white sheep. It looked perfect. And safe.
Bear White Knuckles
"Someday I'm gonna hike up that mountain and climb that fire tower." These were the resolute, determined words of my friend Jim.
5 Things I Discovered When I Moved to Madrid.
1. People pee everywhere. When I first moved to Madrid a few years ago, I moved to a neighbourhood in the centre of the city called Lavapies. It looked cool during the day, people out everywhere walking, going to work, walking their dogs. It seemed really great, vibrant and fun. However, after some time of walking to and from work, I realized that I always smelled the scent of pee everywhere I went. Embarrassingly enough, I somehow thought it was me? Did I pee myself and not know? That’s absolutely ridiculous…Of course I didn’t. Then, as months went on, I realized that it smells like pee everywhere because people here clearly have no shame in peeing anywhere. They will pee on the sidewalk in broad daylight! WTF! I was stunned. The worst is when people go out to clubs and they get drunk and need to pee, they will literally squat next to a parked car and pee. I once was driving near Tribunal metro and say a girl’s whole bum as she squatted down next to car tire to pee…I mean…yeah…not classy.
Five Places I'd Like to Live
So Jason Basaraba (I'm going to spell your name wrong if I keep typing it... if I haven't already) challenged me to write two pieces. One is fiction so I'm saving that one for later.
It is officially Fall in Alaska
The weather has changed here in Alaska. 2 weeks ago, half the city was walking around like dehydrated red lobsters, trying to tell ourselves that we LOVE 90-degree weather.
Beware the Vagina-Eating Bears
Trying to convince my wife of ten years that I will live out of a car when I go to the States has been difficult. To her, if you don't have a house to live in, you are nothing, you are homeless, you are not healthy, safe, or a member of society.
I am not from Florida. Let's make that really super clear right from the start. I. Am. Not. From. Florida. I live here. Somewhat against my will, but I can't seem to figure out what the ransom is to set me free.
Curry for Christmas in Kathmandu
The first Christmas away from home, is always a somewhat surreal experience, it’s never Christmas as you know it. Here there was no snow, no cold, no Christmas trees, no decorations, no presents and no Christmas tasty treats. But that’s totally fine. I mean what do you expect? You’re not in a Christian country, it’s not celebrated here so if you want Christmas, you have to do it yourself.
I ate a sheep penis--here's why. It was the summer of 2009, and I was on Snack Street, or Wangfujing, in Beijing. Some of my friends and I had signed up to go to China, for what the school called “experiential learning.” I didn’t think I would really learn anything through traveling with my buddies, but I was wrong. Most of the places I visited in China barely remain in my memory. But not Snack Street.