When traveling it’s good to do so with a purpose. We each have our own personal goals and interests, these should hopefully lead us to a place where we cultivate inner growth, rather than cultivating our next shot of dopamine or adrenaline, which are sought after by many, but mostly only serve us temporarily... God will not necessarily give you the same type of thrill that you may feel if you were skydiving off of Mount Everest without any pants on, but He can show you insights and sparks of wisdom, universal truths and lessons that you can take with you for the rest of your days. So, I’m not going to discourage you from living life to the extreme and having all kinds of wild adventures.
Ever since the chariot was invented, people have been waiting on the side of the road, asking those chariot owners for a ride; thus hitchhiking was born... Hitchhiking is a good option for young backpackers who are adventurous and not afraid to meet new strange people. In this post, I’ll explain how you can become one of the best hitchhikers in the world. Let’s do this!
Hobart really does have it all. The world’s cleanest air, quirky museums, bustling markets, picturesque villages, delectable cuisines, pristine beaches, and history. Our weeklong trip to Hobart was a whirlwind of fun and everything else this place has to offer. Even though we were there in the middle of a Total Fire Ban week, we were able to do everything on our list (and a couple more). We reached Hobart on the evening of 24 January. Much of our first evening was spent navigating the roads of Hobart to get to our Airbnb home. A couple of wrong turns, steep inclines, extremely helpful out-of-town strangers and a startled Kangaroo later,
I’m really not into the bucket list style of traveling. Many folks create random lists of things they feel they need to do in order to be complete and fulfilled in life... Instead of living day by day and seizing each moment as it comes, they plan months or even years ahead. Their list becomes a serious mission. Friends, family, acquaintances, dogs, cats, everybody must step aside as these individuals check off each activity from their list: Visiting the Taj Mahal - check Scuba diving with dolphins - check Shaking a famous football players hand - check
I've been wandering these mean city streets for years. Taking taxis, riding packed buses, going to parties, shopping, bargaining, living and eating like the locals do, so this is my little guide to help you when you arrive. Please, let me know if you have any questions, let's begin! Bogota is the capital of Colombia, South America. It’s the fourth largest city of Latin America; home to more than 8 million people. The weather is pleasant. It’s not very hot due to its high altitude.
This life of ours is a short one. So, let’s look at the various options we have and try to decide if we want to settle down with a job, business and family, or wander around the planet till the end of time… For women, one thing you should seriously ask yourselves is if you want to have kids or not. Most doctors will recommend that you bear children before you are 35 years of age to ensure the healthiest conditions for your pregnancy. Unfortunately, when we go head-on into an education and career, that can take decades of our lives...
The human mind is the most sophisticated phenomenon in the world. We have created all manner of devices and accomplished countless feats far beyond the imagination of those past. Basically, we’re equipped with natural supercomputers in our heads that are more powerful than nature itself. BUT we must understand that from the time we are born there are an innumerable amount of stimuli, like television, internet, and our culture, that are fighting for our attention, attempting to motivate our behavior and shopping patterns.
“Move, move it faster! If you don't stay with them, they drag you behind the machines,” said the old translator. “I’m tired and hungry. We’ve been walking for three days now!” “It doesn't matter. Have many more days to hike, so better move the faster, otherwise will torture you.” “I told you. They won't lay a finger on me. I’m a genius. Do you know what a fucking genius is? It means I’m smarter than all these bastards. Although, I still don’t know exactly how their machines work. We don't have those in my country. It must be some hydraulic robotic tech equipped with motion sensors. I haven't really worked with robots before. Of course, I understand the theories, but I'm more of a chemist
Scotland is rich with diverse histories. As a child, I knew I was Scots-Irish. As a teen, I felt different, somehow. As an adult, I learned I share a bloodline with ancient Picts of the Scottish Highlands. The Picts were self-educated in all forms of nature from weather patterns to rainfalls, from plant life to waterways. They could traverse the most complex marshes and survive to tell others how to do so. The culture survived the iron age and into Medieval Europe. The culture did not survive Christianity’s purge of Western Europe. Because Picts did not record their lives, all that is learned about the Pict culture comes from
I met a man years ago who was a professional real estate entrepreneur. He used to work for about eight months a year on various projects. Mostly, he bought dilapidated properties for cheap prices, fixed them up, and rented them out. He was able to set up his businesses, then go and travel for two to four months per year. He used to cycle across the continents with other friends. He biked through Europe, Africa, and when I met him he was planning on traversing all of Eurasia. He loved it! He explained to me that there was no point in going away for a few days or weeks. Travel should be complete immersion.
“Holy Moley Joe, you have to come and see this,” said Adam, acting a little bit excited but still quite calm, like he always is. “Whatt. Whaat izz it? Tell me,” I said in a drunken/stoned/retarded/slurry voice. “You'll see, you'll see, come with me.” My house now looked like it could start winning Guinness World Records for the most-sickest party, and after what I saw the kids doing, we actually did win a Guinness record. It was fucking amazing! I followed Adam through the crowded living room, out my front door, down the steps, and to the side of the house. “Come on, you´ll see in just a second,” he whispered, with a sinister grin.
“Damn, how tall are you?” I asked him. “6,8. That tall enough for ya?” he asked mockingly. “I used to play ball back in school.” “I believe you. But I know someone even taller than you. He’s not of this world though,” I rebutted. Implying that he ain’t as badass as he thinks he may be. “Sir, what the hell are you talking about?” “Never mind,” I said, “May you and your lovely wife have a glorious evening.” I walked out of the store with my bottles in hand. The only beings that could tolerate my pathetic commentary. Here I was. Alone. Completely Alone. Christian was gone. Probably living well with his family. I’m sure they don’t mind spending all that extra cash that just appeared in their lives. Because of me...
Sometimes, I like to write short pieces based on a specific thought. This is a fun and interesting exercise, and a good way to express myself through the Stream of Consciousness style. Below are five examples I’ve been working on, enjoy! The Eagle and the Rat An eagle swoops down from above with great speed and agility, diving to the ground like a military jet. His eyes set. His form; a symbol of perfection. His target stands carefreely, munching on plant matter, as he always does. He takes his ultimate and final munch and swallows the life-giving nourishment through his tiny little throat...
Hello happy readers, lately I’ve been having a burning desire to read all of the classic texts, so I purchased The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. I’ll be honest with you all, I have read very little so far. It’s a very big book (over 1000 pages long!). I also bought about ten other books, plus I’ve been very busy with all of the end of the year mayhem that is still happening here in Colombia. I also published my two new series The Mad One and The Greatest Party!, nonetheless, I did manage to read Bells, which is a delightful poem, if I do say so myself. I love its flowing, rhythmic, rhyming prose and deep, thoughtful, mysterious message.
I had no idea who this guy was or where the hell he came from. Dave found him somehow through his vast array of contacts. His specialty was snakes. He toured around the country with his elongated friends to add an extra amount of culture and edge to house parties and various social events. He had wavy blond hair, a transparent goatee, khaki shorts, and thick leather boots. One of my rooms was converted into a snake lover’s paradise. There were various props, branches, and edibles set up along the walls for the creatures to climb on and eat. A few rats and mice scurried across the floor waiting for their imminent deaths. The space was supposed to help people to conquer their fears.