A few months back, after stepping off a sailboat from Colombia to Panama, I met a man in the coastal town of Portobelo. His name was Jack, and he ran a hostel there. Jack is in his sixties now. He has the air of a man at peace with himself.
First in Dublin, as I was heading out the door, an old teacher bought me dinner, appearing as he never had before. I met a man in Durham, also working on a dream. Not long after he took the leap. He’s now in Medellín. I met a girl in Amsterdam, and I can’t forget her eyes. We laughed and we kissed and we rode our bikes, beneath those clear Dutch skies.
The past few years, I’ve taken a lot of long bus journeys, including scores of overnight buses, several lasting 24 hours or more. It’s what you gotta do if you want to travel around the world without flying.
It’s almost 2 a.m. as I leave a bar on Frenchmen, grab my bike and head for home. This counts as an early night in New Orleans. I didn’t get to bed the previous until seven in the morning.
All these people listed are made of the same star stuff as you, me, and everyone else. Nothing supernatural about them, yet they went ahead and did exceptional things anyways, excuses be damned.
I was supposed to be aboard a cargo ship called the Hanjin Chicago right about now, pulling up alongside the Baja California Peninsula.
I am incredibly privileged. Growing up in Ireland I was always safe, I received a great education and had a wonderful childhood.
At the end of September 2011 I left Ireland and embarked on a trip around the world without flying. 851 days later, I’ve passed through 21 countries to find myself in Busan, South Korea.
I leave Hong Kong on Friday after almost two full months living in the Sheung Wan area. In this post I’ll reveal exactly how much it cost me to live in one of the world’s most expensive cities.
I’ve been to nineteen countries since leaving Ireland two years ago, and along the way I’ve picked up quite a bit of knowledge about how to stay safe on the road.