Enjoy what you get.
I guess it takes a get drunk in the park festival to get me out of the house these days.
We depend on rich expats worldwide for this one.
Being a dad nine years in.
We drove 2,500 miles for this.
It was a close one but I’m very pleased that I ended up here.
It wasn’t home but it was the best that you can hope for when on the road.
There are few public celebrations in the world that can match this.
What’s one more holiday …
I arrived in a country full of singing drunk people dressed in orange.
While making friends as a foreigner is more difficult in some countries it’s even harder as a local.
Is this for real?
Getting a glimpse at the new world we’re traveling towards.
There is always another bend in the road, another mountain to climb.
After completing one round trip I consider a change of direction.
Going back to what was once the epicenter of backpacker-dom after being away for 13 years.
It’s too late now but would have been a good idea.
These sunglasses have become a part of me, but all good things must someday end. On to the next iteration of Faded Days.
I would recommend saving up …
Spoiler: the weather is better than you’d assume.