Sometimes I even disgust myself.
There's nothing more beautiful than a well packed bag, and nothing uglier than a bag packed like a dog's breakfast.
Done wrong, travel can be can be one of the most closed-minded, narcissistic experiences possible. The world flattens into two dimensions, like those cheesy backgrounds used in driving scenes in old Hollywood flicks. The background moves, but there's no sense of motion. The frame remains focused on you, because you're the only constant. What could possibly be more narcissistic?
The Ecuadorian village of Oyacachi is a brilliant example of community-managed tourism at its best.
Mongolia's capital, Ulaanbaatar, is a typical shithole.
If your country had a role in invading the country you are visiting it, colonising it, looting it, dominating it, abusing it – at the very least read about that before you go.
These are just a few helpful survival hints I’ve picked up after five years of backpacking and living abroad.
Living out of a backpack is surprising rewarding, but figuring out exactly what you need, and what you can do without is one of life’s greatest conundrums. After years