If there's one question that you folks contact me with the most, it's this, "How do you support yourself? How do you make money? What on Earth are you doing to be able to support this [apparent] life of indefinite travel!?" As I do with most things I find myself responding to in emails over and
Here's some trivia for you: did you know that the world's highest bungee jump is in Macau? What's that? Where's Macau? Do you know where Hong Kong is? No, "somewhere in China" is not an acceptable answer to this question. Although Macau is likely always described in the context of its more
Following the extensive list of horrifying things to be found on the Pacific Crest Trail, the trail's second most abundant resource award goes to "the kindness of strangers" (or "the poop of strangers" - it's a close call). My objectively undeserving self was showered in trail magic simply
After successfully navigating my way through Sweden on the thumb, I have mustered up the confidence to try my luck hitching in a place where the English is not as widely spoken. It is time to venture into Germany and towards my newly acquired destination: Berlin. I am currently in the city of
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.
I did not walk 2,600 miles from Mexico to Canada for glory. I didn't do it for charity, I didn't do it for exercise, not for fun, not for attention, not for personal growth. I did it for another type of growth: beard growth. And I was incredibly successful. Only five days after my Pacific Crest
Basashi. Say it with me: bah-saw-she. Good. And as the title of this post may have led you to believe, yes, it is what the Japanese call raw horse meat (and yes, it is for eating). It is a specialty in Kumamoto, on Japan's island of Kyushu, and luckily for me, Kumamoto is where I have found
My passport will not swipe at the self-service kiosk - do I really have to get into that giant line of people behind the check-in counter? An airline employee on the floor attempts to rectify the situation, but after ten minutes of failed attempts (and the aggravated bending of my passport) she