I don’t think my life is more interesting and important than yours, or anyone else’s.
I do, however, forget things easily. Therefore, the primary purpose of this blog is a way for me to remember stuff better, and perhaps amuse people in the process.
It is also meant to chronicle highlights of my ongoing attempt to survive a good chunk of the twenty-first century on mountains, in rainforests, and behind parking garages. It doesn’t usually mention the hours I spend staring at the wall or mindlessly scrolling through Facebook until the hollowness swallows my ability to feel. Silly Facebook! My infrequency in posting is often due to a combination of procrastination, perfectionism, existential despair, paranoia, and laziness. We’ll get there, though. Eventually.
I’m not actually trying to be bleak, but pretty much every travel blog out there is like “Travel will change your life! It will make you happy?”
Oh, it’ll keep you busy, but let’s be straight: travel often sucks. Really, really badly.
57 countries and counting, and really, it sucks.
So I hope to tell you more about good things, but also misfortunes, as well, because it’s significantly more fun to read about.
In any case, my most popular series of posts is the Urban Forager series, wherein I lived for a week in my city eating exclusively plants I gathered. Start the adventure here.
I began writing this as a way to chronicle my experiences as a student at a field school in the Ecuadorian Amazon.
If ye be an ally of pandas, consider following me on Facebook. Or, like, just go visit a panda. If you can make it to Washington, D.C. you’ll happily discover admission to the National Zoo is free-ninety-nine.
Walter Mitty is my homeboy.