What can be better than living in beautiful Switzerland? To have a job in Switzerland simply means you are on top of the world. My Mexican friends here pay a woman 33 Swiss francs an hour ($35) to clean their … Continue reading
Tag Archives: hitchhiking
This is a continuation of the previous post where we hitchhiked from Guatemala City to the border. We walked to the border, handed our passports to the Guatemalan immigration officer and without looking up, he says we have to pay … Continue reading
Name me a more beautiful town in Central America than Antigua. You can’t do it. Granada? Suchitoto? Boquete? Those places’ beauty fades the farther you get away it—the opposite of me; at 100 paces I look dazzling—but not Antigua. For … Continue reading
The journey is the destination. So deep! Go ahead, I can wait while you write that down. As corny as that sounds, though, it’s true. Or, put another way, I can say that the the buzz of being in another … Continue reading
Quick note: if you follow my Facebook page—and please do!—Facebook has changed the way you receive news from me. To ensure that you see me in your page, put your mouse on the “Liked” button and then click both the … Continue reading
Mazunte I’m a shade less than an hour east of Puerto Escondido in the village of Mazunte. Took the bus to get near here and then twice I hitchhiked short distances with a female friend I am traveling with, both … Continue reading
Since Google, Hitchwiki, and anything else I looked for couldn’t give me good information about how to hitchhike out of Vancouver (which should have been an alarm bell) I decided to try for a rideshare to get a bit out … Continue reading
It took a full 15 minutes for immigration in Canada to decide to let me in. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they rejected me because although I answered all their questions honestly and without hesitation, they were bad answers … Continue reading
I’m standing southwest of Berlin at the end of a highway gas station rest stop, trying to hitchhike to Frankfurt, cursing my bad luck on not having shaved the night before. An old sedan pulls up. The man leans out … Continue reading
When I arrived at Pantai Bira (Bira Beach) in southern Sulawesi it was dead, but I saw a small gaggle of white people and asked them what’s doing. They were “boaties”, they called themselves, and had been living here for … Continue reading
