sizzling in seville, spain
It felt so different to be in Europe now, and to have so many amenities and luxuries at my disposal. All but one: Air-conditioning. Still the second week of July, […]
Category Archives: the trog
gibraltar: the rock, the monkeys, and a new beginning
By ferry, by bus, and by foot, the Rock of Gibraltar is a tough one to miss. Standing tall over the peninsula at the south edge of Spain, the rock […]
a traveller’s missing muse, and the day I got mine back
I’d made it three months and all the way to Paris, but after a day at the Louvre, I could no longer deny myself a reality that there were a […]
ten times thanks
By the time I reached the 3 month anniversary of my departure, I walked in 12 countries and met people from dozens more, all the while struggling with more languages […]
marrakech: one moroccan night
It was like a portal back in time, and I was Aladdin. This scrawny middle-aged man with broken English led me through the winding walkways: narrow, cobblestoned pathways through a […]
that time I fled Egypt…
After dragging my sorry carcass up a mountainside, I was looking forward to a few days of R&R at a friend’s place just outside Cairo. It was supposed to be […]
kilimanjaro: a love/masochism romance for adventure
There are three things in this world that I really can’t stand for. The first is animal abuse, the second is when people chew with their mouths open, and the […]
my kingdom for a rhino
While in South Africa, I had the lucky pleasure of being in the company of some seriously amazing and incredible animals, but few have made a deeper impact on me than […]
bungee-jumping over Victoria Falls
Looking back, I never actually had any real desire to bungee-jump. Something about jumping off a bridge with an elastic tied to my ankles and potentially getting that giant elastic […]
you know you’re a backpacker when…
Once you’ve been on the road long enough, there are a few habits you pick up that might separate you from the crowd. Here are some of the things I’ve […]
