Metaphysical Souvenirs

Denmark has steadily been opening up, which allowed me the ability to indulge in one of my favorite pre-quarantine activities: thrift shopping. To my peruser's delight, one of the largest thrift shops in Aarhus is just up the street from my house. In it is a who's who of knick-knacks and brick-a-brack and other hyphenated… Continue reading Metaphysical Souvenirs

Sailing to Mars: The Jordan Roadtrip

There comes a time in every hobo backpacker's life when the destination comes before wallet. The beaches of Seychelles, visiting the Vatican, and smuggling yourself into Pyeongyang are all off of the cheap asshole backpacking radar: yet they are tantalizing to the wanderlusting soul just as much as a dumpster full of sun-heated cinnamon buns… Continue reading Sailing to Mars: The Jordan Roadtrip

The Bremen Weekend Break

What's become of this wretched blog site? I came here with a mission: detail how one can effectively experience a new culture in the time-frame of a mere weekend. For my readers to become Weekend Ramblers, and seize their slow hours of weekend rejuvenation with adventure and jubilation. Yet here I am, detailing wordy backpacking exploits… Continue reading The Bremen Weekend Break

Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Well, perhaps not the armpit. Some people really like this part of Portugal. Some people also like licking armpits. I am neither of those people. And I suppose an armpit in winter is far more curvy and elegant than it is in the summer. For me, this armpit was hot, sweaty, and reeking of rotten… Continue reading Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Cruising Northern Portugal

When we last met, I was heading through the rain on a bus down from Vigo on the Spain-Portugal border. Portugal, land of charred octopus, grandiose rock beaches and abandoned houses. Spain's smaller cohabitant of the Iberian peninsula offers a lot in a small stretch of land, and I intended to see as much of… Continue reading Cruising Northern Portugal