I spent a month slow-travelling through Southeast Asia’s broken places. My tales of losses, gains, and high-powered automatic rifles amid the chaos.
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I’m something of a nomad. I’ve travelled to places that took my breath away and to places that horrified me. I’ve lost most of my belongings along the way. There are pieces of me all over the world, and there are pieces of it, in me.
Lost and displaced like never before: a farang in Asia
It’s my first-time ever in Asia, and I’m a little homesick. This is a new feeling for me, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been somewhere so utterly foreign.
The sacred and the profound: surrealism in Mexico
Mexico has long been one of my most beloved places, and I can never entirely put my finger on why. But it’s something to do with its colour and vibrancy.
Breaking rules and busting heads
I’ve recently come to the realization that I do everything in a rather unorthodox way. Somehow, it all works, and I’m intensely happy.
Five tricks for staying sane as a long-term nomad
This whole world-tour business is pretty intense. I’ve travelled a lot, but it still trips me up sometimes. Here’s how I’m staying sane, so far.
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
Short answer: no. Long answer: Hey! I’m in México now! Don’t worry, I’m still working as much as always, I’m just a little bit warmer now.
Getting scared: on becoming a nomad
Did I mention I’m starting a cross-world trip? I’m taking the long route from Halifax to Halifax. It’s going to be nuts, and it starts now.
Saying goodbye to South America
Three months in South America turned into five months, and I was still sad when it came time to come home. Somewhere in the JFK airport, exhausted from my eleven-hour flight and an hour and a half of standing in line, waiting for US customs to harass me for flying through a country I had […]
The f-word
I was supposed to be home by now. Instead, I changed my ticket and delayed my return home by two months. Even then, five months just isn’t enough time. It’s surprising how much I haven’t got around to doing. Last week, we finally went to Chile—that trip was supposed to happen in December, when we first got […]
In which love bests money
Crossing the Rio de la Plata after a week-long “holiday” in Uruguay, I realized how much the way I spend my money has changed. Now that I no longer need to steal film from the grocery store or calculate the exact per-grain price of a loaf of bread, I find I’m more willing to spend […]