TW: Sexual Assault Dear the person who approached me in HSQ earlier this week, Before I go into the details of our encounter, and the short string of words that oozed out of your mouth, I’d like to paint a picture of how my day was going right up until that point. I was walking…
A quick memory from the first day of my motorcycle adventure through Vietnam.
Within an hour of arriving in Kunming I was sitting in the communal area of my hostel. Right when I pulled out my laptop to start planning the day “Ophelia” by The Lumineers came on the radio.
I’ve always been a sucker for long walks across the border, getting caught in the rain, and faulty car mechanics. This is my story about the Mohan-Boten border crossing.
On the first night in my new apartment, I sat on my porch with my new roommate. I ran my hands through my frizzy, distressed travel hair and I said “How the heck did I end up in China.”
Catching Z’s in a hostel can definitely be a struggle especially when there’s a man playing the flute outside of your window.
Imagine this: You’re walking through the main square of Skopje for the first time. You hear the footsteps of a dog to your left and as you look around you stumble upon your first statue.
Thinking about traveling? Is the anxiety of being alone stopping you? How do you feel about dinner with friends?
“So I’m working on getting over my fear of heights. Today I wandered into an abandoned prayer house which was built after “a man received a vision from God to create a giant bird as a place of prayer” besides that there isn’t a lot of history behind this quirky prayer house, lost in the middle…
My Dad always said that you will find a lot of acquaintances in life, but you should consider yourself lucky if you can still count 5 true friends by age 50. I was in 4th grade when he first told me this. I remember looking down at my elementary hands and counting to 7….