After waiting for many years, I finally got to see the famous Yi Ping Lantern Festival and it lived up to everything I’d ever heard. A truly amazing experience that I will not soon forget. Please note that these shots are pretty noisy and not the sharpest — I was shooting hand-held in the dark.
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I was three days into my trip, in Bangkok. I’d jumped off the cliff, in my mind, and was chasing something impossible. I found myself sitting on a curb next to Gary Arndt of EverythingEverywhere.com eating street food and listening to him give me blogging tips. Jodi of Legal Nomads had introduced us and sat on the other side.
Some of the tips held up, some didn’t — the web moves at a fast pace. But that wasn’t the point. I was a new blogger, scared and unsure, finding my footing, and the world’s biggest travel blogger was eating meat on a stick next to me and sharing tips for my dream gig.
I can’t begin to tell you how inspiring that was.
So when he offered to run a post of mine, it kind of brought it all around. Full circle.
And I’m honored and grateful. This is a tale about a character I met in Guatemala. I hope you like it:
Read it here: Mayan Ruins and Karl the Screw
I’ve been traveling for awhile now and have learned that, as Twain said, “travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness”. I walked away from a job where I sat at a desk in a fancy chair and a life that involved a lot of tv watching, drinking expensive beers and hanging out with friends at restaurants and bars.
To me, that was the ‘Real World’.
When I began this journey, I was –in my mind– heading into something that was exotic and enticing but somehow less than my world at home. It was a foolish conceit.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. [click to continue…]
This is a true story. I’ve noticed a disturbing trend that’s developed over the last six months or so — when I wake up in the morning, my room often stinks. It smells of really horrible farts, to be specific. So, after giving it considerable thought and working through all of the angles, I’ve come to the only sensible explanation: I’m being stalked by a Fart Ninja.
Now, you’ll have to give me a moment to explain my logic on this but once I’m finished, I’m pretty sure you’ll agree with me.
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