It was bound to happen. Thankfully it didn’t happen when I shot this.
Tourists paid this guy to throw live chickens to the crocs. It’s real gruesome gladiator stuff. Everyone cheers on the helpless chicken. I wonder what the tourists did when a croc whipped his legs out from beneath him and then ate him.
You have nice legs. Maybe you don’t. Who cares? If you live in a county that hits 40-degrees Celsius, you should be wearing shorts. Not slacks. Not blue jeans. Not anything that covers your knees unless that’s a kilt or a dress and you’re going commando.
For the past two weeks as I traveled through Ivory Coast and Burkina Faso, I’ve bent to your predilection for pants (although I wasn’t able to bend all that far because my pants stuck to my sweaty legs). How do you stand it?
Men in the tropics often roll up the bottom of their shirts to air out their beer bellies, but God forbid you bare your knees.
I had a 12 hours layover in Casablanca, Morocco, and all I could think of the entire time was…
“I’m on Tatooine!” That’s the home of Luke Skywalker. If you don’t know who Luke Skywalker is you are totally hopeless.
I’m guessing there were less dead cows lying around on Tatooine. They probably got eaten up by sand worms or something. I counted four dead cows from the train between the airport and the city. None are featured in this video, but you’ll get the idea of the landscape.
If you ever have a long layover in Casablanca, here’s what I recommend. Get a room at the airport hotel. Leave your luggage. Grab the…
For years folks have been asking me if they can go with me on my adventures. Well, now you can. And since no one wants me to plan their trip (trust me) I’ve teamed up with The Village Experience, which has organized and led such trips around the world. If you’re interested in arranging a trip. Please contact Kelly Campbell at email@example.com. For more information keep reading…
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I visit students around the country encouraging them to travel. Many of them ask about the cost, after all they say, “We are just poor students.” They think travel is a cruel joke — when you are young and have the knees and time to see the world you don’t have the money, and when you are older you have the money and not the knees for it. I tell them the world is cheaper than they think it is.
I will always welcome others encouraging students to see the world. That’s why I’m happy to introduce you to Everett Pompeii, a student who is traveling the world on less than $8/day. He’s writing a book telling how, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to: Earth. He launched…
If I didn’t speak English, I couldn’t show up in nearly any village in the world and find someone to act as my translator.
Given that, I wouldn’t have met any of the people who made my clothes, or the people who grow our food, and I wouldn’t have a career telling stories. I wouldn’t receive invitations to speak in Peru. If I only spoke Spanish or Mandarin or any other language, who knows what I would be doing?
I wouldn’t be able to go to almost any website and have the option to view it’s contents in my language.
I would struggle to find my way around most airports.
I wouldn’t be able to have the vast reading choices that I have. Each year more than 550,000 new books are published…
Celebrating Mother's Day (Picture by Kira Childers)
The wheels of the plane just lifted off American soil, myflight nosing toward Bogota, and I’m already missing my wife and kids. Actually the homesickness began long before that. As soon as a trip is confirmed, the homesickness begins.
This is the 3rd to the last night I’ll give the kids a bath.
This is the 2nd to last night Annie and I will plop on the couch and watch whatever it is she wants to watch (except Dateline, which is about the biggest load of horse crap show there is) as long as I get a foot rub.