The only thing more depressing than a night in a horrible hostel is the realization that I have to spend another night in the same hostel. Took me 12 rides to hitchhike from Leysin, Switzerland to Como, Italy, which I … Continue reading
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Who wouldn’t love to stay and live in Switzerland for a while? Wages are astronomical, the economy is humming, the mountain cheese is ever delicious. Sadly, for Americans it is very difficult to work here legally, but I had an … Continue reading
You see everything in life when you stick your thumb out on the road, including things you don’t want to be a part of. The other day a Sri Lankan family picked me up. I noticed two kids in the … Continue reading
Switzerland is the United Nations of hitchhiking. No two nationalities in a row pick me up, it feels. The drivers went from a Swiss to a American to a Lebanese guy who royally screwed me over by leaving me in … Continue reading
I know an American living here in Switzerland who is renouncing his United States citizenship and he discovered that the US embassy in Bern has a waiting list of over one year for people who want to give up being … Continue reading
Step 1: Have your bank tell you that your ATM card doesn’t work in Switzerland “because there is a high rate of fraud.” Step 2: Have 60 euros and 6 days before you are leaving Switzerland. Step 3: Have good … Continue reading
Fatehpur Sikri is an old deserted sandstone city (as opposed to those new deserted sandstone cities) only 40km away from Agra, an hour on the bus, I read, but the Indian travel gods are avid readers of my blog and … Continue reading
I can’t remember if I said anything about Philip, my Couchsurfing host in Mombasa. Everyone who comes in contact with Philip is taken by his infectious positive spirit. He should work for a suicide prevention hotline or Microsoft customer service, … Continue reading
I hate matatus (vans that act as local buses) with a fiery passion. I hate everything about them. They alone can make me lose my enthusiasm for Africa. I hate the economic sense behind it where the drivers have to … Continue reading
I spent a lot of time in the Fisherman’s Camp reception shack on the campsite staring blankly out at the lake, hanging out with Beth and Moses who worked there. Beth, like many Kenyan women, I am discovering, speaks with … Continue reading
