The Weekend Rambler
Always Authentic. Always on its own path.
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I’m a bit angry with the travel writing industry. When brainstorming ideas for these advent stories, I Googled up some travel writing prompts. Every site I found was more conceited and vapid than the last. “Tell a time when you missed home.” “You’ve landed in Fiji. What do you do?” I don’t know, maybe these…
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Markets, bookshops, and the tallest spot in the city are the three places I go to first in a new city. The tallest spot gives me a layout, a view of how people perceive the city. The Bookshop gives me a perspective on what the population is interested in, and what their desired fundamentals are.…
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Siempre tomo el tren a casa después del trabajo. Es una oportunidad para ver el mundo pasando enfrente del vidrio. Es como estar atrapado en una burbuja de metal, y solo tienes que leer el mundo enfrente de ti. Es un purgatorio de pensamientos, no tienes que pensar en las cosas del trabajo, ni en…
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A bit of backstory: I love writing little stupid Haiku’s with whoever I happen to be traveling with. They’re often quite terrible and crude, but they make me laugh so I hope you enjoy. January 2018. Somewhere in the Dordogne, France Old Stones soaked in wineRise from the Encroaching MistGourmand Perfume Calls Cat on my…
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This is by no means my worst poop story, but it was certainly the scariest.Lost somewhere in Northern Borneo exploring a Sun Bear preserve in the early hours of the morning, nature called and she rang her bell-like a bullhorn. Off to the tropical bathroom I went, sporting my long adventure pants that make the…
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