People tell me I'm crazy for bicycling across Australia, but I know from experience that the things I've elected to do with my life barely scratch the surface of the truly crazy adventures in the world. Case and point? Mrs. Molly the Shopping Trolley. Yes, today I met an awesome man from
How To Never Pay For Accommodation Again With Couchsurfing
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
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
Photo Gallery: Faces Of The Pacific Crest Trail
Ever wonder what type of people hike the Pacific Crest Trail? (Spoiler alert: white people) We can always draw conclusions based on PCT thru-hiker surveys or arbitrary blog posts, but this requires the use of one's imagination (an imagination which has likely grown weak and useless in the absence
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 On The Pacific Crest Trail
Hitchhiking. A once great and trusted means of transportation, it has now been turned taboo by way of arbitrary laws and paranoid, exaggerated, horror stories. What sad times we find ourselves living in. On the Pacific Crest Trail, hikers have few options when it comes to resupplying their
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
Why I Say “Yes” To (Almost) Everything
Disclaimer: I am not attempting to prescribe advice to anyone. A magic bullet does not exist (except silver ones, those kill werewolves), and what works for me will certainly not work for everyone else. So if you’re sitting there taking this article to hypothetical, hyperbolic extremes, then my