Modern day exploring. Haiti’s La Citadel, a mountaintop fortress that was built during Haiti’s fight for freedom watching over the North from 3,000ft up.
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"I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go … Have your mind blown. Eat interesting food. Dig some interesting people. Have an adventure. Be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is … And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight."
After revealing that I took the plunge and bought my ticket to Thailand, and proceeded to show you my über happy dance, you might think I am spending every waking moment scouring the interwebs about Thailand.
And that hasn’t happened.
Has the excitement of leaving again died? Hell no.
I look at this countdown every day.
Then why haven’t I memorized the city layout of Bangkok by heart, made Thailand the background of my iPhone, iPad, and Macbook Pro. Why don’t I know Thai phrases yet, which shots to get, where to take my TEFL course, and where I am staying?
Because it turns out that I am terrible at planning ahead…
I did find this Thai airline wallpaper though which has me quite excited.
If you hadn’t followed my blog previously before GoDaddy took a shyte on it and lost my server files, then you may have watched the hilariously desperate video confession when I ran out of money in New Zealand. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
You would think I’d do everything to prevent that from happening this time by planning every aspect right?
Well, I am planning for Thailand. Sort of.
Even though I haven’t been oozing every second about Thailand on the blog and doing research, I have been working my freakin’ tail off for this trip!
Last month I set a goal to save up $1,000 a week at my job. How the hell can I do that?!
Well, the perks of working at a restaurant in the United States is that we make tips, and my restaurant we can make heaps of money. If you work hard.
It’s been tough running the blog and working at the restaurant, but it’s definitely worth it. Even though some nights I only make $100, other nights I’ve been able to pull in $470 in one day! I credit my impeccable smile and charming personality for that one =)
But do I really need to plan every detail for Thailand?
There has been a consensus from tons of people that have traveled to Thailand and Southeast Asia that I don’t need to plan a thing, that traveled through the country is extremely cheap and easy, and that getting a teaching job will be no sweat.
I sure hope so! Nonetheless I’m sure as the days go by leading up to this trip I will start preparing for Thailand more and more, doing tons research on Southeast Asia, and undeniably gushing about how excited I am on the blog.
Until then, the clock is ticking and I’m working hardcore to meet this goal set.
In the meantime, enjoy some of these stellar photo as I am from other bloggers
Have you been to Thailand? Got any tips?
Reflections of Gros Morne in my Sunglasses near the Rocky Harbor Lighthouse at Sunset. #explorecanada
Reflections of the mountains near Rocky Harbor lighthouse in Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland, Canada.
My Tumblr feed used to be filled with marvelous photos of distant lands, cultural beauty, and contemplations about life and living your dream.
What is it filled with now? Tattoos, Topless Tuesday, and Memes.
There are a select few that still pop up here and there that fill me with spirituality and wonder. But only a select few.
I love tattoos, I have plenty. I love tits, because the female body is ravishing.
But what I love more is seeing people explore the depth of the world and the depths of their souls.
I follow the same people, but what the hell happened? This is why I haven’t been on Tumblr in months. It’s all regurgitated GIFs and nonsense.
Can anyone recommend some people to follow so I can get some amazing worlds imagery and inspiration on my feed again?? Because if so, I want to follow them. If it is you, I want to follow you.
Trying Vegemite seemed like a relatively insignificant feat compared to some of the other EPIC tasks to knock off my Bucket List. I saw it eaten on the Travel Channel once or twice before my trip, and though I saw their distaste of the beloved Aussie spread – I figured it would be easy. No Biggie.
I was horribly wrong…
Read about the FULL grueling experience on my blog HERE!
Have you ever tried Vegemite?
This may come as a surprise to some people, but if you know me, probably not. I have NO CLUE how to cook!
When I say no clue, that is a small exaggeration. Sure, I make sandwiches, salads, pastas, and I can BBQ. I make a mean insta-noodles and Easy Mac as well.
Oh, and I can whip up some of the VERY best burritos you have ever (and will ever) have. Trust me, they are legit gnarly. So awesome that friends and I used to only eat them while watching 300 and grunting.
Trust me, they’ll give you a Spartan taste-bud kicking.
But ask me to cook anything out of my comfort zone, I may run away, pretend I am too tired to cook, make up an excuse, or suggest carry-out.
Especially when it comes to any kind of ethnic foods…
It’s a shame really, because I absolutely LOVE food, eating food, and everything about food. As a boy growing up though, my father never took the time to teach me how to cook. Instead of learning on my own, I usually ordered pizza or stuck to frozen dinners.
Hell, my Thanksgiving while I was living in Las Vegas was a Hungry Man turkey dinner. So sad. Tisk-tisk.
I was taught how to grill steaks, burgers, chicken, and various other types of manly “American” cuisines. That’s the extent of my “skills”.
Okay, don’t laugh.
I actually had no clue how to cook rice until recent. Yes, I know, you are probably laughing. Some of you may be thinking that there is no way someone has never cooked rice before…
Wanna’ bet? I’ve had rice in the past out of microwavable packs and such, but I actually can’t remember my Pops every cooking rice from scratch. And if I ever had rice, it was bought from a Chinese restaurant. Pretty pathetic. Except I never worried about it. I was fine with my spaghetti, burritos, salads, and sandwiches.
The last time I had a homemade rice dish was a few year back while living in California. Some friends and I wanted to make Jambalaya. Guess who was on the grill — Me, cooking up steak, chicken, and sausages. The rice was left to another friend, who funny enough cooked so much rice it burst out of the pot.
See, I’m not the only completely cooking-illiterate.
There are winds of change coming though, and they are bringing tantalizing aromas with them!
Want to know the best thing about being “exiled” in a itty-bitty town in New Zealand where all the poor backpackers have come to pick kiwi fruit? It is a giant cultural smorgasbord!
It’s like a 24/7 dose of food-porn! Everyone is always cooking.
Our dinky hostel is bursting at the seams with people from all over the world. What do people with little money and plenty of time end up doing? Cooking HEAPS of food!
There are Chinese, Japanese, Koreans (South), Malaysians, Danish, English, Canadian, Slovenian, and of course Germans. Oh, and me, the only American. I really have nothing to contribute except for a dash of charm!
Ladies, you are looking at the next top bachelor and backpacker iron chef in the making! Well, some slight wishful thinking, but I’ll get there.
Check out my full adventure learning to cook HERE!
Continuing where Part 1 of this epic FAIL tale left off, I found myself stranded in a tiny New Zealand town that was horseshoed by mountains, an ominous storm was swirling in. I had no way of getting out tonight it seemed. Rental cars weren’t an option, there were no trains running, and there is only one or two buses that pass through daily. That left me with one option — hitchhiking.
Now, don’t be frightened. This is a long article, and I put a LOT of work into it. I know there is a tendency to not post long articles in the blogsphere, but I would love if you broke the rule of reading shorter travel tales, grabbed a coffee, and followed my chucks through this crazy adventure detail by detail. These little details are what made this grey, depressing attempt into a comical affair.
I tend to conjure up these astonishingly imaginative scenarios in my head when it comes to anything about travel and the unknown. Well, just as I had gnawed off my nails nervously while I slept in my hammock in the woods above Wellington worrying about an axe murderer in the dark, I was freaking myself out about getting into a car with a serial killer. Or even worse, about hoping into a semi with a truck driver expected a blowie.