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Recently I have learned a very important lesson, trust google maps.  No matter how illogical the path may seem on your tiny hand held mobile devices screen, trust it.  DO NOT suddenly decide you are smarter than the entirety of the internet and zoom in on all the supposed side streets the map shows and…

Until recently I had never seen a proper desert.  Tall sandstone mountains that stretched to meet the sky, their peaks eroded away into alien looking formations by the wind and rain.  This red sandy landscape seemed to stretch on forever into a peaceful, yet treacherous terrain. I had thought that taking a four-hour bus trip…

I love leather jackets.  For years my prefered signature fashion item was a well worn vintage leather jacket.  One that was picked up on Telegraph Avenue sometime before the first day of sixth grade and worn well into my freshman year of highschool.  To choose that jacket I stood in front of a rack displaying…

Trash.  One, of the many, repugnant byproducts produced by human beings.  What’s more revolting you ask? The shear amount of trash that we collect and dispose of daily.  We have reached a point where our own planet has begun to succumb to the incredible amount of useless waste that we have produced then thrown away…

Yesterday I had the great pleasure of meeting a young man named Yasin who had watched me struggle with my bags as I made my way through a large outdoor fruit market in search of the Airbnb I had booked for that night.  Apparently, he had grown quite accustomed to the wandering tourist searching for the…

I did not know what to expect as our flight slowly made its descent into Marrakech.  I had been awoken by a text that morning from my father which announced that he and my step mum were heading out to find breakfast at a local vegan bistro not a block from our hotel. I had…

Three hours from Prague and only thirty minutes from the Polish border lies the historic city of Opava.  While small and not frequented by many tourists, its location amongst lush rolling hills and expansive stretches of golden wheat fields makes it the perfect get away from the hustle and bustle of Prague or any other…

As an American the idea of taking a Greyhound bus from one state to the next is quite the common occurrence.  Busing, with its student friendly prices and semi-flexible schedule, makes it an obvious choice of transportation for any wandering nomad, and in Europe this pattern is no different.  In fact, buses in Europe are…