Category Archive: vagabond urges

Why I travel

Take me back. Take me back to rotting garbage on dirty streets, where water is a luxury and stink a certainty. I want to feel unwashed and threadbare sheets on hard beds, and… Continue reading

Top Ten posts from a year I love anyway

Did you ever have a particularly brutal teacher? Who grilled you harder, left you doubting your fundamental competency, and didn’t seem to notice when you turned in tear-stained homework? I didn’t. Until 2013.… Continue reading

Where do I go now?

Why do I feel so antsy lately? There are approximately 196 reasons, depending on how you count, but one stands out, and it’s time it came out of the closet. Nope, no discussion… Continue reading

Will the pattern be repeated?

I am a newly civilized creature from the hostel jungle. I walk around the more-than-one roomS of my house in confusion. What do I do with all this space? Anybody wanna couchsurf? The… Continue reading

Pics of my newest candidate for Favorite City: Kuala Lumpur

I stayed on Ko Phi Phi for two full days, three nights…and that island was dreadful.   Well, it would have been great when I was 18-23, then I would have fit in… Continue reading

I enjoy being abandoned on the side of a highway in a foreign land.

I woke up on the side of a warm highway, somewhere in Turkey. My bus was getting smaller in one direction, while from the other a tractor was approaching with more noise than… Continue reading

Walking in the world, Brussels, Belgium.

They spoke Dutch when I got on the train and French when I got off, though the ads were always English.   Brussels North Station is next to the Red Light District and… Continue reading

Did you know Toronto is now bigger than Chicago?

Hello from Toronto! And also, hello from a hostel common room, where we are watching Gone in 60 Seconds, which I am hereby citing as the reason why any of the following sentences… Continue reading

I have a confession to make.

I confess, when I wrote that blog asking if I should go to Peru or Myanmar, I’d pretty much already decided the answer. I was just curious what you’d say. For the language,… Continue reading

I am being deported.

Three months in one place seemed like a long time back in December. I could unpack! Use a machine to wash my clothes! Cook food! I’ve enjoyed this time in Santa Cruz. I… Continue reading