Continued from Solo Hitchhiking La Carretera Austral Part I and Part II.     Parque Nacional Queulat This national park is famed for its view of the Ventisquero Colgante, a hanging glacier poised over a lush green valley. Campers can set up a tent by the park entrance for 2,000 CLP ($3.30). Day 47 27 March 2018… Read More


To my absolute delight, the universe gave me an RV Family not long after I had begun standing on the side of the road. It was a big day. I was somewhere along the coast of Morocco, and airport bound. Marrakech was 264 kilometers inland. My wallet was down to a couple 20-dirham notes. Day… Read More


When a sakura petal lands in your matcha, your heart skips a beat.     Day 424 When a sakura petal lands in your matcha, you suspect things may have just gone from 0 to 100. You blink twice and look again, because maybe you’ve just seen so many petals this sakura season that you’re… Read More


It’s been 430 days and I am still in love with what I’m doing. I am not homesick. I often have conversations with others about staying energized to keep traveling. People DM me, or it comes up among the travelers around me.     Two words, and you can stop reading this post: travel slow.… Read More


Armenia was one of the easiest places in the world to get a lift. Hitchhiking around a landlocked country with a population under three million meant that we met big hearts from several nationalities. Whoever took us—be it Armenians, Turks, Iranians, or Georgians—went out of their way to keep us housed and fed.    … Read More


My nose was the first to notice furans, or Moroccan communal ovens. Wafts of warm bread drew me to these buildings, often hidden among the urban sprawl of mosques and residential riads.     At the entrance of a furan there will likely be a stray cat or two, squatting and shrunken from the cold,… Read More


I’ve been meandering around the world for one year. It feels more like a birthday than my actual birthday. This year has been all part of a larger curiosity, to find out what will happen to me if I don’t go home for at least five years.     The full circle of February 7th… Read More


With an overnight in Adrasan and a hitchhike back to Olympos from Karaöz beach, the three of us walked one of the highlight sections of the Lycian Way with just our day packs. The scenic trek was the perfect medley of warm pine forests and rocky coastline. Before we knew it we were back to all… Read More


There are four words that sum up why I love Turks. “Are you happy here?” At Lisinia, this was always the first question I got asked. Not “do you like it here” or “are you okay?” The truth is, my seventeen days without sight of a traffic light or even a convenience store, at my… Read More