Zig-Zig in the Desert

What is Zig-Zig, you ask? We'll get there shortly, my scruffy faced little fauns. Our toasty little desert hams were roasting in the North Jordanian town of Madaba last time we met. Now the time had come to get our hams into the spam can and get down south into the breadbasket of Jordanian attractions.… Continue reading Zig-Zig in the Desert

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

Hot Damn, Rotterdam

Last you saw me, I was randomly spending a day in Western Ukraine. Now, you find me visiting my long-time jam partner in crime and rambler for my Spain adventure, Simon. He works for the Danish church in Rotterdam, and I've visited once before but the itch for Rotterdam has come once again. Rotterdam is… Continue reading Hot Damn, Rotterdam

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