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An Acorn, a sponge, and Thor walk into a bar…
“300 baht,” the Tuk Tuk driver said, holding ten fingers up. I scoffed.”No. Goodbye.” “Wait! I give discount.” I stopped and turned around to listen. “250 baht!” “Are you crazy? No!” I repeated. “Okay, how much?” “30 baht.” He stopped to think for a minute. He had become aware that I knew what I was…
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You can sleep when you’re dead (you wish)
Early in the morning on May 28, 2015, I woke up to get to Madrid Barajas airport for a terrible, ridiculous, no-good, very bad plane-hopping marathon. Here’s just a little bit of background on the trouble I went through to figure this trip out: Back in January, I found a super cheap ticket from Spain…
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Anillos perdidos
I think traveling with people turned me into too much of a tourist. It’s not terrible, but I feel bad that I haven’t been CouchSurfing with locals and integrating into a social life wherever I go because I’ve been stuck acting as tour guide a bit too much. BUT that’s not to say I haven’t…
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Eight Trigram Palm Tree
Having successfully made it to my new home alive, all that remained to do was… live in it. These few weeks in Elche were meant originally to be my “vacation” from vacationing. But once you’re on a roll, that’s difficult to accomplish. First, some background on Elche: As in most of Spain, the city of…
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The Hotdog That Never Was
What follows is that account of what NOT to do while traveling alone. Do as I say, not as I do. A little bit of what needs to be understood before I tell this story: By renting a room in Elche for one month, my landlord, Majo, agreed to come give me the keys as…
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Déjà vu
To be perfectly honest I had a very specific plan for Paris which didn’t involve anything out of the ordinary, was totally vanilla and included only one night of moderate drinking with friends in a very safe setting and absolutely no surprises whatsoever. And I almost succeeded. Almost. If you followed my adventures the last…
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Just another night in Nantes
I was arriving in Nantes quite late by Blablacar and was supposed to meet Carolina at the train station. For whatever reason, I was dumb enough to ask to be dropped off on the opposite side of the station, where I’d end up running nearly a mile in the wrong direction before turning back around,…
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A long siesta
I was stuck in the airport at Dublin for most of the morning, since my flight left six hours after Grandma’s, but eventually I made it to Strasbourg (after a quick layover in the WORST airport in history: London Stansted). My host in Strasbourg is a political activist and leader of the Strasbourg-based “LA STACION,”…
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Right in the feels
Kilkenny was the medieval capital of Ireland and we only had one day to see everything we could before heading to Dublin for a few days. It was kind of funny, because when I asked the hostel staff if I could get a map and how long it would take to see the main attractions…
