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
The World’s Highest Bungee Jump
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
Paying It Forward On The Pacific Crest Trail
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
Hitchhiking Adventures In Germany
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
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 experience 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.
The Time A Japanese Stranger Stole My Pride
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: Eating Raw Horse Meat
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 speciality in Kumamoto, on Japan's island of Kyushu, and luckily for me, Kumamoto is where I have
I’m Turning Japanese
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
Florianópolis Part I: Arrival In Brazil’s South
Sometimes when all you are trying to do is work as hard as you can in your classes, your university up and decides (without even asking for your input) that since you are giving such a fantastic effort, it would be best for everyone that you take a three-week break from learning the Porky Cheese to
