Archives for August, 2012

One week in Hawaii and I’m already blogging on island time–the calendar might say Thursday but I’m still stuck on last Sunday, just like some of the mud is still stuck in my ear from my exploits on that day of rest. It all started so innocently–I had finally arrived in Hawaii, thrilled to explore…

Oahu Aloha

Like with a newborn baby, it’s the first breath that counts. After 11 hours crammed (fetal-positioned) inside the womb of a jet plane, I emerge, wrinkled as an infant lamb, rubbing my eyes against the bright light of midday. Out with the old, in with the new—the stuffy, recycled air, bottled up in the aircraft…

Buffalo Jam

Never mess with a bison. Scientifically speaking, North America’s largest mammal may be just another bovine and therefore related to cows, however bison are not docile farm beasts that give us milk and butter. No, bison are hefty, undauntable creatures that are strong enough roll your car, should they ever have such an interest. Fortunately,…

Hot Spot

When I was 13 years old, I almost won the National Geographic Bee for the state of Ohio. In other words–I lost. I came mighty close though, and even now, I can remember all the questions I got right, as well as the one I got wrong. Sometime during those nervous hours standing on that…

“So, where do you go on vacation?” I get asked that question a lot. I guess people are eager to know where you travel “for fun” when you’re already traveling more than 200 days out of the year. Personally, I find that all travel is fun–even when it’s horrible–but not all travel is relaxing. To…

Every day I get about fifty comments/messages/e-mails in which readers ask me if they can have my job and my short answer is, “Yes, you can.” At least . . . you can do what I do, which is to travel and share your story with the world. Long before I was christened Digital Nomad…

Rarely do I ever fly business class. In fact, I can honestly report that I practically never fly in the front of the plane. Usually I am in the middle seat of the last row–the one where the seats don’t recline and it smells faintly chemical and latrine-y. I’m not complaining at all. For me,…