Off the Couch

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The Strange Places I’ve Called Home: Part 3, Knoxville

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Check out my first two parts of my “Strange Places I’ve Called Home” series: Milwaukee, and South Florida.  At first blush, Knoxville seems like an odd fit for a boy like me. It is conservative and religious, and I am…

The Strange Places I’ve Called Home: Part 2, South Florida

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Part 1 (Milwaukee) of “The Strange Places I’ve Called Home” series can be found here.  In the history of the U.S., Has there ever been a more iconic city linked to a particular decade than Miami was to the 1980s?…

Lessons from Nowhere: Punta Arenas, Chile

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At various points throughout Patagonia, we had declared ourselves to be at “The End of the World.” Clearly our perceptions were flawed, as there was always somewhere further down the road to go. But by the time we reached Punta…

The Strange Places I’ve Called Home: Part 1, Milwaukee

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Authors Note: The idea of this series of posts came about during the usual mind-wanderings induced from a combination of a lack of caffeine and the blur that is my morning commute on the Munich public transit system. Between chapters in…

The Strange Places I’ve Called Home: Introduction, 1982

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My birth year is naturally misleading, seeing as I only experienced roughly 10 days of 1982, though “experienced” might be a generous word to use, insofar as a newborn baby doesn’t experience much of anything beyond the feeding/pooping/crying/sleeping cycle. While…

Paris

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Note: So, this post is only about 5 months late. And I believe apologies are in order to my good friend Dr. Lt. Rhett, for sharing his tales of travel woes, but I promise it has a happy ending.  The…

From the Beginning

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I’ve been in Germany for three months now, and in that time I’ve remained fairly silent on the issue. My silence has not been due to a lack of compelling stories, but rather (I think) from a desire to get…

South America is for the Dogs

A Bernese Mountain Dog, chillin' in Puerto Madryn.

Anyone who spends more than, say, 30 seconds around me will hear more than they ever cared to know about my best friend and traveling companion, Sydney, a 4-year-old Australian Shepherd pup. The person in question will then be subjected…

My Home in the Airport

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On my most recent flight from Charlotte to Miami, I struck up a conversation with the two ladies seated in my row. Within moments of sitting down, they enthusiastically agreed that they hated flying, and then turned to me to…

On the Amazon: Part 2

Another amazing sunset on the Amazon.

As I said in my first piece about the Peruvian Amazon, there are only two ways in and out of Iquitos: by air and by boat. The boat sounded like a great option for our departure. We would have room…

On the Amazon: Part 1

Christine's catch. He was surprisingly tasty.

For our last hurrah in South America, Christine and I found ourselves in Iquitos, Peru, the largest city in the world that is inaccessible by car. Once again, proving that the backpacking circuit is much smaller than one would expect,…

The Death Road

Here we are again, this time on the much more dangerous dirt section.

I remember first hearing about Bolivia’s “Death Road” from my former roommate and Serbian brother Nick. He eagerly pulled up a YouTube video showcasing “The World’s Most Dangerous Road.” When it was finished, I looked at him the way I…