One Night in Cairo

A stranger approaches you walking the streets of a foreign land speaking clever English and inviting you for tea. It’s a common scene played out in the tourist districts of cities and countries the world over, and your instincts make you bunch your shoulders and turn to walk the other way. But for once the…

All the Difference in the World

Thick crowds of stumbling drunks scream and chant their way through the streets and underground stations of Munich, their stomachs filled with delicious, but undeniably over-priced food and drink from the Oktoberfest. The ones who managed not to overdo it have their glazed eyes set on an after party at a bar hidden somewhere in…

A Beautiful Mess

The driver throws our shitty, little, 7-seater van around a hairpin corner and another slosh of rainwater pours through a hole in the roof and splashes down on my face. We’re 7 ½ hours into what was supposed to be a 6-hour journey across the southern coast of Java, Indonesia, and our driver had just…

A Story to Tell Your Grandchildren

I had a choice of 3 things to write about tonight, but I’m drunk, so of course the one about girls goes straight to the top. You go into a travel fling thinking about how she’s fun and cute, but since you’re both leaving in a few days you’ll have your time together and that’ll…

A Chalk Outline in New Mexico

It was a struggle, but I kept my eyes open until the end of the movie. My friend and I were cramped in the back of a van we’d been driving across the United States for a month and it was starting to smell like shit. It made sense though, I mean if you’re partying…

Hitching a Ride

“Gringito! Tu vas acá!” called the bus driver. I could see a street sign out through the hazy glass indicating which town we were in, but it wasn’t where I wanted to be. I was trying to get to Laguna Quilotoa, an old, inactive volcano high in the Ecuadorian mountains that over the course of…

In Russia, Vodka Drinks You

I was wearing thermal underwear, 2 shirts and a ski jacket, but I was still freezing my balls off. The dining carriage was supposed to have central heating but there’d been no sign of it since we’d left Moscow, and instead we were forced to find solace in the copious amounts of cheap, good quality…