This is it, guys. The third and final leg of my current experiment in living abroad. I’m running low on a number of things — pages in my passport, my specific face cream, and patience for nonstop airfare shopping and Airbnb browsing, to name a few. It’s about time to go home and refuel.
This is the editor’s note from my latest project: “Elephants in Asia, Ethically”, a guidebook published by Horizon Travel Press and available for free download. It’s the product of my four months in Northern Thailand, where I’ve gotten mildly obsessed with elephants in tourism. I decided to do the homework for all Asia travelers and research the situation. You’re welcome.
May through October is rainy season in Myanmar and much of Southeast Asia, but that doesn’t translate to “don’t go”. Go! Like any time of year, low season travel has its ups and downs. On the downside, I didn’t get to do all the trekking and cycling I would have liked. On the bright side, tourists are fewer and prices are lower, and my photos took on a unique tone.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the relationship between family, livelihood, purpose, and travel. Sometimes all four seem to get along, but more often they’ve been clashing like rival siblings on a long car trip. I’m a little adrift in uncertainty right now, making decisions about where I want to be and what I want to be doing. I turned to my family for some insight about my nomadism.
The best way to approach Art in Paradise is to check your cynicism and inhibition at the door. Yes, you’ll look ridiculous as you pose for these photos. Yes, the photos themselves will be super cheesy. And yes, this place is great for kids — so unleash your big child-sized imagination and just have fun with it!
One year ago today, I boarded a plane to East Africa on a one-way ticket. I had stowed my stuff away in four storage bins, said my goodbyes to Colorado, and packed my bags for a drastically different and unknown part of the world.
I’ve experimented with three different tools to make my newsfeed disappear but keep pretty much everything else. They’re browser extensions, so they only clean up my Facebook page on Chrome (my default). If I’m really craving the newsfeed, I can just log on through a different browser. But now that the habit is broken, I rarely do.
Travel writing tends to err on the side of over-sweetened. A “feel-good” slant promises travelers what internet porn promises teenage boys: pure fantasy. The occasional “bad news” piece is limited to comedic annoyances, like the shrinking of airplane seats or the banning of selfie sticks.