Tales of hitchhiking and vice
...And when, after the appointment, I told the pharmacist/doctor's assistant that I had to run back to the hostel to grab my wallet, she asked me to leave my cell phone as collateral. Muy tranquilo! So yeah I needed a total of 16 stitches -- 11 outside and 5 on some inner layer of tissue... Continue Reading →
Summer, 2016 I'm going to tell you as briefly as possible about a scam that was attempted on my friend Carl and I in Istanbul, Turkey: Carl and I were walking around Taksim Square one night when two guys asked us for a light. We lit their cigarette and got to talking, and they invited... Continue Reading →
I didn't go to Thailand looking to compete in a pro-am beach volleyball tournament, but that's what happened. Rewind to March, 2016. I'm in Malaysia, and I'm emailing my friend Sarah to inquire about visiting her and her fiancé Brad, who are spending a year in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Sarah mentions that she and Brad... Continue Reading →
On March 10, 2016, I flew from Boston to Singapore to begin a backpacking trip through southeast Asia. In my first week I experienced two interesting situations. This is the story of the first one: On the 2nd day of my trip, I took a bus from Singapore up to Kuala Lumpur, the capital of... Continue Reading →
Warning: Bloody picture will be shown at bottom of post! The avocado toast picture is just a picture of some avocado toast I made today. Today, in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, I took the bus south to Mismaloya to look for some rocks to climb. As we drove south along the Pacific coast, I admired both... Continue Reading →
With the 108-foot, very large and very orange statue of Lord Hanuman, the Hindu god of monkeys, looming over us, my 5 college buddies and I tiptoed around the mountaintop, open-air terrace compound that is Jakhoo Temple, India. There were monkeys everywhere I looked. I took out my pink selfie stick (bargained down to $3... Continue Reading →
Click here for Part 1 and Part 2 I awoke the next morning to the sound of the bubbling brook nearby, packed my tent, and waded back across the river to Canary Lane. I walked back to Rt 49 and... I was at a terrible hitchhiking spot. Bottom of hill, cars whizzing by, super narrow... Continue Reading →
Continued from Part 1... It was just getting dark as Husky Guy dropped me at the minimart on 49 in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas, California. A woman and her son were filling up jugs of water from a outdoor faucet. I approached the woman. "Excuse me. Do you know who owns that field... Continue Reading →
Two weeks ago, my friend and rock climbing buddy dropped me off in the town of Placerville, CA. It was about 5pm. My goal was to hitchhike to Yosemite National Park, 120 miles away. After hitting a grocery store in Placerville, I initially struggled to find a ride out. My softer side wanted to give... Continue Reading →
As I prepare to return to Mexico tomorrow for my third visit to this wonderful country, now seems like a good time to tell you about my experiences hitchhiking in Mexico (and Belize to the South). I once tried to hitch out of downtown Cancun. With the trademark beach side hotels looking over me, I... Continue Reading →
