
A Wayward Duck’s Gallivanting Advice
If three months on the road has taught me anything, it is that there is no blueprint to walking it. … Continue reading A Wayward Duck’s Gallivanting Advice
If three months on the road has taught me anything, it is that there is no blueprint to walking it. … Continue reading A Wayward Duck’s Gallivanting Advice
I am standing under the beating sun in Plaza Santa Croce, Florence. In front of me, 54 Florentine men are … Continue reading Florence: Azzurri e Bianchi
Amid the scorched earth of an oppressive and destructive communist regime, a flower blooms in the east. Bucharest, Romania, is … Continue reading A Hidden Gem in the East
The hostel life is both beautiful and terrifying. Upon arriving at the Kex hostel in Reykjavik, I checked into a 16-bed … Continue reading Life and (ego) Death in Hostel Land