tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52722880495113233342024-08-28T20:53:34.782-07:00From one place to the next... in search of... LIFE!Jorgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283475739010937253noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272288049511323334.post-48361808186294815042011-12-07T13:46:00.001-08:002011-12-09T08:58:07.644-08:00

I wrote in my last post that I might be an adventure junkie and I realize that may also mean I am an adrenaline junkie. For as far back as I can remember, I have been one to push the envelope. I like to see how close I can come to the deadline without being late, seeing how far I can put off studying before I prep for the test, etc. I love the rush of cutting it close, and having to figure

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Hello again everyone! After three and a half months at home, (and even longer since the last post) I am once again hitting the road. Three and a half months now seems like a long time to have been home, but thankfully it was pretty eventful. I arrived in time for my mother's birthday, I attended two weddings (one being my youngest brother's wedding), I traveled to North Carolina twice - once to

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I love people-watching. It is probably my favorite sport. Some people hunt crocodiles for fun, I watch people. You can watch the human beast in it's natural habitat, doing things that may not be that interesting at first glance, but upon analysis, can give good insight into the normal practices of the species, and the creature's tribe. People watching in Paris People-watching is generally a

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One of the coves in Cabo de Gata Growing up, I learned a lot of etiquette. From my parents, from TV, in university, and at work. Traveling around I've been exposed to cultural differences with regards to etiquette. For example, in the states, people usually order their own meals, and eat from their own plates, however in many countries, communal dishes are ordered and shared,

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Hitching in Poland The first time I hitch-hiked (or autostop as it is known in Spanish) was in Poland. Correction: the first time I attempted hitch-hiking, was in Poland back in September of last year. It was a really strange experience. My host at the time had recommended I do it to get to Prague and he knew a good spot to do it. Although he wasn't going to travel with me, he "escorted" me

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I have gotten sloppy and made mistakes. It may be time for me to quit traveling. Ha! If I took the approach that some people take in life (if you screw up, give up) then I would probably hang up my trekking shoes and call it quits. But I prefer to take a different approach! In nearly 10 months, I had gone with only losing one article of clothing. A long sleeve Columbia Sportswear zip-top

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Just to be clear, the grammatical error in the title is intentional; however, fifty percent of people wouldn't realize it. All of MY readers did though I'm sure! ;) I thought of this question the other day when I was walking around town (I generally get my blog inspirations during general wanderings) thinking of my next blog post. I had recently tried posting a Status in Facebook and was

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During my three months in South East Asia, I spent a total of nearly a month in Thailand. During one week up North, in Chiang Mai, I was extremely productive - from a touristy standpoint anyway. I became a Master Chef (that's what my certificate says anyway!), I studied the art of Thai Massage and can now put someone through a very painful 2 hour massage, and I went on an overnight jungle trek

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The beauty of writing down your goals/resolutions/dreams is not only that you have something to shoot for, but you have something to look back on and measure progress. The beauty (and subsequent challenge) of sharing this with others is that they can now "call you out" if you are falling short. And that's what family and friends SHOULD do. They should support and applaud you when you are

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How many times a day do you find yourself checking emails or or thinking that you NEED to check emails. If you sit in front of a computer all day, that probably isn't even a thought, it is simply an automatic action. Also, since nearly everyone has a "smart" phone, you don't have to think about it, because it automatically comes through! But seriously, how many lives would be lost if you

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When walking around in Vietnam, it seems that every few feet there is food to be eaten. There are normal restaurants as in any other place of the world, but the more common and popular places to eat are rickety looking, sometimes mobile eateries that set up small plastic tables and tiny plastic stools. Sometimes they are set up in front of someone's home and they use an inside kitchen, but

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For many Westerners (particularly Americans) the word Tet was made famous during the Tet Offensive in the Vietnam/American war. The attack took place on the first day of the Lunar New Year known in Vietnam as Tet. It would be like saying the "New Year's Offensive". On January 31st, 1968, the North Vietnamese Army (NVA) and the National Front for the Liberation of South Vietnam (NLF

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Siem Reap I began my Cambodian adventure with my friend Steve. We set out on bus from Bangkok, and with only moderate hassle at the border followed by hair-raising driving into oncoming traffic, we made it to Siem Reap. The very first evening, after our $1.50 dinner, we wandered into a street party accidentally as we were looking for our guesthouse. It was a combination New Years party (it was

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We have now entered 2011 and many people have gone through the annual ritual of making their New Year's resolutions.It might be catchy to have a short (let's say three: odd numbers are good luck after all!) list in a combination like, "More, More, Less." More working out, More saving, and Less time spent on Facebook perhaps?  It is easy to say, but More and Less are hard to measure unless

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Every once in a while it is nice to have what we long-term travelers (yes, we are a tight knit community) call an "admin week". During this week, one might catch up on emails, blogs and phone calls, manage finances, and plan future travel. When I arrived in Dahab I thought "what a perfect place for an admin week!". It was a nice relaxing place, with free WiFi everywhere (not at all common in

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In the very beginning of this year, I was out to lunch with some coworkers, and I got got the following fortune in my cardboard tasting cookie: Most of the time, I would have a laugh at the generic words of the fortune and leave it there on the plate or stuff it in my pocket to be thrown away when I emptied my pants for the night. This time however, I put it in my wallet. I had plans brewing

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I will be sailing down the Nile for the next couple of days, enjoying a hopefully relaxing journey affording me time to write another post! It has been substantially harder to find internet connectivity here in Egypt than it was anywhere in Europe. I was fortunate to have free WiFi most of the places I went in Europe, but now, even if you can find internet, you usually have to pay for it! I had

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Train schedule first day in Cairo Greece - land of the Gods, originators of democracy, the olympics, and the marathon. Destination for party-going youth, and romantic couples alike. It is a country rich in culture, food, and scenery. The daily strikes, and the graffiti everywhere are just as much a part of Greece as are gyros,ouzo and the Parthenon. I had the privelege of spending three weeks

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Einstein's Theory of Relativity was something that boggled the minds of scientists for decades, therefore, I am not going to attempt to discuss it here. Instead, I am going to address a traveler's concept of relativity as it relates to price differences in countries. And the easiest benchmark in this case is Beer - common currency in [almost] every country! The most I have paid for a beer is in

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One week ago, I crossed the official two month mark since I started my journey. I have traveled through Scandanavia, the Baltics, Poland, Czech Republic, and am on my way to Greece. I am just two months in to a planned one year tour around the globe - that is completely arbitrary by the way, it could easily be more or less than a year. Most people are genuinely happy for me and wish they too

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Tallinn - the capital of Estonia. A country who's entire population is less than Los Angeles, Phoenix, Indianapolis. At roughly 1.4 million inhabitants, it has a population just a little smaller than Milwakee. I only planned on staying in Tallinn for two days, but it turned into six. I always said that during this journey I wasn't going to stick to a solid timeline; that I was going to allow

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According to Newsweek, I just spent the last week in the World's Number One Country! The United States ranks number 11. Judge for yourself here: (http://www.newsweek.com/2010/08/15/interactive-infographic-of-the-worlds-best-countries.html)  I stayed with the family of the wife, of a friend of mine from the Marines. When he found out I was in Norway, he said that he and his wife would be

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"There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes". I also found it said by Sir Ranulph Fiennes - the guy that was the first to visit both North and South poles, walk across Antarctica, and climb Mt. Everest at 65! But, this isn't about him. You can read more here if you like. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ranulph_Fiennes Anyhow, this is a quote that I first heard here in Oslo, and have

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Nearly two weeks ago I began my journey, starting in Oslo and knowing that I would continue on North. Norway is a long country, not very wide, but long. From Oslo to Tromso (where I was going) is about the same distance as Oslo to Rome. In other words, it is pretty darn far away. Tromsø is the largest city north of the Arctic Circle at 60,000 inhabitants. By American standards it is a town, but

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No, this is not a Martin Luther King reference. I really did have a dream while I was sleeping. When I had it (about a year ago) I was already planning my adventure around the world. At the time, I had no idea where I was going to start or even exactly WHEN. One day I was thinking about starting in South America, and the next day, I was sure it was going to be Asia the next. As my friend Steve

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