Danger

The joys of travel is often finding yourself entwined in something different than what it seems.

That was weird.

Companies are forcing customers to make insecure payments.

I almost wrote a blog post a while back about Dhaka being safe. I still believe it is — ultimately. But . . .

Riding down one of the most dangerous highways I’ve yet been on.

Geysers, protests, altitude, crazy drivers, mines, alcohol poisoning, cable cars… what leaves David Fegan crying for his mummy in Bolivia?

There will invariably come a time in every traveler’s journey when they will turn around to find themselves corralled by the law. Bad Mike tells you how to escape the clutches of the police while remaining financially intact.

Is this food safe? Is this food what it appears to be? What else is in this milk that I don’t know about? Food safety in China is a game of Russian Roulette, you never know when you’re going to get the bullet, when you’re going to eat food laced with toxic ingredients or chemicals.

The Chinese have a saying, “We can always fool a foreigner,” and from watching how many foreigners are railroaded, cheated, and scammed in the tourist epicenters of this country it is my impression that they may be right.