As evidenced from the variety of beds I find myself waking up in around the world, I am a fan of waking up on other people's couches (floors, pool tables, and/or (spare) beds). But how do I come to be on these couches in the first place? Surely I'm not simply breaking into random apartments in a
Fly Peach: Japan’s Discount Airline
I typically don't give much heed to the means by which I travel; so long as I make it from A to B, I am satisfied (except for that one time). And I generally don't like airplanes (manned flight is nothing short of sorcery). Despite Japan's being connected by an incredible railway system, the
Nordmarkt: Where Crack Heads And Children Live In Harmony
My hitchhiking from Maastricht to Dortmund goes well and I arrive in Germany earlier than expected. Two hours until I am expected at my host's apartment - I guess it's a good time for a celebratory beer. I find my host's place to get my aimless wandering out-of-the-way and then head to the
Climbing Up (And Pooping On) Mount Fuji (Part II)
Didn’t read Part I? Climbing Up (And Pooping On) Mount Fuji (Part I). TL;DR: I'm now sitting in the freezing cold on top of Mount Fuji waiting for the sunrise after a crowded and frustrating climb up from the fifth station. I open my eyes. Yup, just as I suspected, still dark. Have I
Photo Gallery: Budget Travel (Beds Edition)
Many people think that because I travel, it somehow means that I have some vast reserve of gold hidden away in the mountains (which is why I had to hike the Pacific Crest Trail, duh). Alas, my trusty treasure trove fails to support the lavish habits of many travelers and vacation-goers - namely,
That Time Some Reindeer Tried To Kill Me
After arriving at the ICEHOTEL and finding out that I had to wait over two hours for the next tour (in Engish), I decided to tag along with two Canadians I met to some church and museum at the end of the street. The church and museum apparently were both focused on by the Sami people (the
52 Hours Of “I’m Never Doing This Again”
A Greyhound Bus from Los Angeles to New Orleans. So much uncertainty. Do joyous memories, character-building life experiences, and lifelong friends await me on the road? Or is this as terrible an idea as it sounds? TL;DR: it was a terrible idea. The Itinerary Los Angeles to San Diego.
Why Airplanes Are The Worst
Oh, the aeroplane. Fast, convenient, anxiety inducing, metal tubes that whisk passengers through the sky to their destinations like uncomfortable magic carpets. Airplane travel forces us to sacrifice comfort in the name of convenience, it imposes a seemingly arbitrary set of rules upon