7:07 a.m. at Luang Prabang’s morning market is the smell of charcoal and the hum of knives chopping. This post is part of my Travel Tales series where I share narrative travel stories along with my photography.
My first travel story for National Geographic was published online in early April! I thought it might be fun to share the background about the story and how it was published as a blog post as well.
In my new Travel Tales series, I share slices of life from my adventures at home and on the road. In this edition, I talk about a visit to my parent’s farm in South Carolina and my daily walks with my dad and his BFF (best furry friend), a fat grey tabby named Mo, around the property.
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The hardest part of travel isn’t the jet lag, food poisoning or being stuck in the middle seat on a 12-hour flight. It’s something much more complex—it’s actually coming home. I’ve always struggled with the notion of home, which I dig into in this personal essay
As someone whose life and career revolve around travel, the pandemic induced an unexpected sense of gratitude and nostalgia for the times I’d said yes to someone’s crazy travel idea or concocted my own solo adventures.
I moved to Australia on a whim in 2008 and went back to visit for the first time in 11 years. After months of thought, I’ve summed up my 11 most insightful lessons from a decade of nonstop travel.
After more than a decade of non-stop travel, I had an epiphany: my life is a Wes Anderson movie filled with awkwardly hilarious moments in beautiful and perfectly symmetrical settings. My trip to Bali was a perfect example!
The hardest part of travel isn’t what you think. It’s not the jet lag, food poisoning or being stuck in the middle seat on a 12-hour flight between two people who’ve haven’t showered months or possibly ever.
It’s coming home.
The route to Phu Quoc island in Southern Vietnam was a massive adventure filled with crazy driving, a chain-smoking driver and one noisy rooster that sang like he was at karaoke bar after too many shots of Tequila.
Some days I’m snorkeling with sea lions. There’s other days where I’m just trying to get through the day without pooping on myself. Today is one of those days. In my latest post, I chat about the worst part of travel: food poisoning.
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