“You are my problem trekker,” smirked Lukas in a thick Czech Republican accent. Nodding in agreement, I knew I was their quarrelsome guest. Showing up hours past the first meeting will undoubtedly put a person into that mold. It was beyond my control, due to a nice surprise from my ‘legitimate’ Mexico-to-Guatemala bus company, which … Continued
Stuck in a concrete jungle, I yearn for those long summer days where I felt free. Every morning I would awake to the familiar sound of waves crashing up against the dock; the ocean was calling to me. I was never a morning person but in Panama I practically jumped out of my bed with … Continued
To me, feeling free means escaping the daily struggle of life in America. The daily expenses, the daily stress at work, the daily drama. But curling into a ball, hiding inside, or going ‘crazy’ spending money on materialistic nonsense is no escape. My particular escape is when I find myself breathing heavy, feeling my legs … Continued
Freedom: The Place I call Home I used to think that going for a music festival abroad with friends, heading to the countryside for the weekend or even skydiving was the ultimate meaning of being free, of being independent. To be honest, and now looking in retrospective, many things I did were merely brief moments … Continued
There’s nothing like making new friends. I had been in Latvia a month already. At first, the suggestion to take a twelve mile hike through the black swamps of Kemeri seemed like a good idea. Whilst I am not usually the most physically active of people, I would never want to turn down the chance … Continued
My name is Savannah Grace, 22 years old, born and raised in Vancouver, Canada and author of “Sihpromatum – I Grew my Boobs in China”, a fascinating memoir series of a family’s one year turned four year 80+ country, backpacking/overlanding journey around the world. At 14 I was pulled from the grips of the luxuries … Continued
Rocking atop burlap sacks in the open-backed truck, I watched as Peshawar faded into the morning’s mirage. Knowing I’d never return in this lifetime, I felt history being made beneath my feet as upturned dust exposed ancient stories. With a mandatory armed-escort riding in the front, I knew I better play by the rules. At … Continued