Okavango River Delta Sustainable Tourism

The grounds are kept by local members of the Polers' Trust and are peacefully located on the river.

The Okavango Polers Trust runs MbiRoBa, a community-based camp in northern Botswana.

Part of traveling responsibly is gaining insight into how the community is affected by visitors. The townspeople of a remote region in Botswana have created a significant organization to support over 500 of their inhabitants. The Okavango Polers Trust creates jobs for villagers and teaches them about tourism. By guiding boat trips, selling crafts and maintaining the grounds, the members of this organization are able to share in the proceeds of their camp.  Continue reading “Okavango River Delta Sustainable Tourism”

New Zealand: Why We’ll Always Return

As travelers, we’ve begun to rate our backpacking experience in each country by answering the question, “Do we want to come back?”
To answer this question, we seem to use an algorithm involving access of sites, balance of nature and culture, attitude of locals and cost
of travel.

This was our second trip to New Zealand, which speaks loudly for a country that is just the size of Colorado. Even after a month of packing in all of the adventures we could, we ultimately stated, “We will STILL return.” If you plan to visit NZ, you may find some useful tips among our experiences. Here’s what we did differently the second time around, what we loved, and why we’ll always return to New Zealand.

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Kneading Thailand

A rainbow of tropical fruits, decoratively sliced with a scalloped-edge knife, gleam from their bed of ice. Road side carts all specialize in their famous Thai cuisine, be it skewered chicken satay, sweet banana rotee or salty fish cakes. Tuk tuk taxis zip tourists through street meat smoke clouds toward glowing, golden temples and outdoor clothing markets.

A fun-loving local dresses Jason from items in his store!

Buddha statues, constantly fed and maintained, live in almost every building and home’s entrance, welcoming all gusts with a scent of incense.  In this kaleidoscope of Chiang Mai life, it can be difficult to choose what to do next, but one tradition can not be missed. It is advertised on signs hung on every block, in all corners of the city. Thai massage reins. Continue reading “Kneading Thailand”

Mt. Rinjani- Lombok, Indonesia

Nightfall was upon us. The Milky Way, Big Dipper and Southern Cross all twinkled brightly above, due to our special location in the universe. Hundreds of tiny yellow lights snaked up the pitch black ridge of Mt Rinjani. Some were attached to headlamps, others were hand-held flashlights and still others were cell phones of those backpackers who had forgotten this necessity.

It was 2:45 am and I tagged closely behind the hiker ahead of me, mostly so my sleepy eyes could remain only half alert but also so I could plant my filthy shoes in their footprints to make trekking in the loose gravel easier. “Elephants on parade, here they come, dun dun dun, pink elephants on parade.” I kept humming, picturing the cartoon elephants marching to the tune in Dumbo. My mind and body were exhausted making the moment seem as surreal and trippy as this part of the movie.

Mt. Rinjani is summitted on the 3rd and final day of the intense trek, but each day has its own challenge, rewarding sore participants with different scenes from nature’s perfectly painted canvas. Viewing the magnificent active volcano, which sometimes spews lava into the crater lake, is the treat after day one’s 6 hour hike through two varied terrains: tropical rainforest and grassy mountain trails. Continue reading “Mt. Rinjani- Lombok, Indonesia”

40-Liter Backpack: Is it Mandatory Gear for Long-term Travelers?

Erin ~ 40-Liter
JV ~ 40-Liter

In 2008, Erin and I traveled for a year with 60 and 65-liter backpacks; the same ones we use when we go camping.  They’re big enough to hold a tent, cook-gear, and lots of extra layers for those cold mountain nights.  In hindsight, when it comes to what we packed back then, it’s almost laughable.  Fast forward three years, with an 18-month multi-continent itinerary in tow, and behold, our new 40-Liter backpacks have revolutionized our travel lifestyle and are permanently in the “don’t-leave-home-without-it” category.  Let me explain how to make the 40-liter pack work:

Clothing: Less is More.  Packing four pairs of shoes for those what-if scenarios of travel?  Forget it.  Pick 2, a sturdy hiking shoe (I prefer trail-runners which can also be worn to the gym) and your sandal of choice and be done with it.  Shoes take up tons of room in your pack, are super heavy, and chances are you’ll be sporting your flip-flops 99% of the time anyhow.  Have a pair of jeans packed?  Unless you can’t live without them, those Levi’s will probably see more backpack-time than wear-time.  They’re heavy and don’t breathe and like most travelers, you’re probably hitting up the tropics where the only temperature is hot and the dress code is no-shirt-no-pant-no-problem.  Leave ’em at home.  You’ll appreciate them that much more once you’re back.  Try a zip-off pant or a pair each of ultra-lightweight pants and shorts.  Shirts?  4 Tees/tanks and a long-sleeve of choice.  I like a short-sleeve button up too.  Jackets?  If you’ll be in cold temperatures on your trip, and if you’ve got the room (you will), a thin rain jacket and a Puffy sleeping bag-style jacket in a compression sack are just what you need.  Stuff the Puffy with thin gloves and hat and you’re set.  And last but not least, your smalls, panties, and unders.  Guys, 3 pairs of undies should do the trick.  Make sure they’re the kind that dry fast and more importantly, get comfy with going commando.  Laundry day comes fast.  Ladies, a weeks worth is Erin’s mantra.  Anything else you need or want once on the road, you can enact the BIT philosophy (But It There.)  After all, Tees are only $1 in India and renting is always an option for excursions.

Dr. Bronner All-One!

Other crap.  Sunscreens, bug sprays, twelve types of medicine, shampoo, conditioner, hair products.  No, no, and no.  Leave ’em in the medicine cabinet.  Buy sunscreen and bug sprays in small doses when you’ll need it and where you’ll need it.  Medicines?  Outside of mandatory prescriptions, buy them when you need them.  Don’t worry, every country has some sort of pharmacy and drug prices abroad are jaw-droppingly cheap.  Damn pharma companies.  A small bottle of Dr. Bronner soap is the only thing you need to carry; it’s shampoo, face wash, body and laundry soap all-in-one and leaves your skin feeling minty fresh.  And it’s crazy how well salt-water mixed with a heavy dose of sunshine gives your hair hold, bounce, or whatever else you’re looking for.  There’s always the option of shaving your head or growing your hair too.  Either way, removing all of these bulky, hard to pack, heavy items from your pack list (and keeping everything below 3.4 oz, 100ml) will make life on the road that much easier.

Checked bags: Dollars and Sense.  But most important of all, more than than not being weighed down, is the 40-liter backpack is the max that airlines consider “carry-on” luggage.  Check-in lines?  No chance.  Baggage fees?  No way, Jose.  Roller suitcases, eat your heart out.  Once you arrive, while everyone else on the plane is filling out lost-baggage claims or jockeying for position to grab their enormo rollerbags-from-hell off the belt, you’ll have already been through customs and hailed a cab, well on your way to experience the world.  Don’t want to shell out another $150 for the pack right before the trip?  You’ll end up spending more than that once on the road.  Checked-bag fees are $25-50 almost everywhere now plus when the train runs late to the airport and you’ve got 30 minutes to get through security, having to check a bag could be the difference between making the flight or paying a $125 change fee and spending the night in the airport.  Case in point, on a recent flight from NYC to Hong Kong, American Airlines, bless their little hearts, had the wrong terminal on the departure board, turning what was a cushy 90-minute before departure cruise into the 30-minute fight-or-flight Amazing Race dash.  We’ve all been there.  Finally at the correct terminal and gasping for air, the only reason we were able to board was because we vehemently stated “we don’t have any bags to check!”  One phone call later and we were through security and boarded our plane with time to spare.  The pack nearly paid for itself on day 1.

All in all, the nomadic, backpacker life is just plain easier with the 40-liter backpack.  And the same holds true for weekend warriors and 10-day summer vacationers.  Keeping things simple and lightweight makes the travel experience that much more enjoyable.  Plus, once you’ve worn through and stained all of your Tees, you get to go shopping for local, handcrafted clothes.  After all, who wouldn’t enjoy a new $5 wardrobe?

How to Afford Travel for 10 Months Each Year

Could you handle this for 10 months?

“People don’t want to ‘be’ millionaires–they want to experience what they believe millions can buy.” – Tim Ferriss

Meet Reed*. He travels every year for 10 months and has been doing it for the past 8 years. “That’s right,” he proudly stated after I had to make sure I had heard correctly. “I call it personal fiscal drift,” he added.  After some friendly Q&A with the Aussie over a cup of joe, here’s the financial breakdown of how he does it:

***All figures reflected in Australian Dollars.  The exchange rate as of this writing is $1.06 USD = $1.00 AUS**

Those Damn Taxes. No way to avoid them as we all know. Reed is smart about it though to the nth degree, understands his tax laws and goes completely by the book.  When planning, he is certain of four things:

  1. He needs $16,000 saved to travel for 10 months.
  2. He needs $4,000 to get re-acclimatized once back in Oz.
  3. He needs to keep monthly expenses low while in Australia, where the cost of living is on par with the USA, especially since driving is the norm as well and gasoline prices are roughly $6.50/gallon.
  4. The tax structure in Oz, a progressive, tiered structure similar to the USA, is such that you pay 15% taxes up to $37,000 and 0% on your first $6,000 earned.

Saving 20K.  Two months of work to make $20,000?  Not the easiest thing to do, but also not completely impossible, especially with two jobs. Plus, if worse comes to worse and it takes another month to hit the goal, you’d still be traveling for 9 months; Not too shabby.  Reed divides and conquers.  $10,000 per month divided by 30 days is $333 per day. “Find a job that pays a high hourly wage,” is his sage advice. Easier said than done however, Australia is the home of $15/hour minimum wage.

By day, Reed teaches Aboriginals literacy, an above average paying and high-demand job due to having to live in the
bushies, far away from any metropolis. By night, he repairs computers with his own side business, mainly for the elderly at a plush $80/hour.  This is predominately paid in cash, which as we all know, can really boost tax-free savings.  He purchased a company van (complete with banners of advertisements on the side) since he makes house calls and because it’s his own business, he gets to deduct the car payments, gasoline, and maintenance costs from his “on-the-books” income.

Business Write-Off or Home Sweet Home?

Cutting Costs.  Here’s where it gets interesting and where his bottom-line is most affected.  What his customers don’t know, is his business van doubles as his bedroom.  The old van down by the river skit in true form, only this van is a top-of-the-line travel rig. With a gym membership at the local high-end fitness center, he stays fit by swimming in the morning and rarely misses a day lest he also misses a shower.  The gym also handles his laundry and he has a dedicated locker.  For food, he takes the simplest and cheapest options available, preferring to save up to splurge while traveling.

Between the two jobs, working 6-7 days per week for two months, he has rarely missed his goal. With his day job, he maximizes the amount of tax he pays and once he hits $4,000, the refund he calls “in the bank,” he switches gears and minimizes the tax he pays. When he gets home from his travels, the refund check is sitting in his PO Box.  His night job is money in the bank and aids him in massive tax savings.

While this may be extreme for some, it’s a good example of the creative lengths that travelers will go in order to realize their dreams.  It’s nothing more than societal pressure that prevents us from mimicking Reed, but at what cost?  The idea that you need to be some mega-rich movie star to globe trot has proven time and time again to be nothing more than a myth.  Setting goals and making sacrifices to achieve them is the only tried-and-true method.

*Name changed for requested privacy

How to Travel for 6 Months out of Every Year (The German/Austrian/Swiss Alps, Lago di Como and Cinque Terre) – Part 1 of 2

Meet Martin. Martin is 38 and lives near Stuttgart. He owns a computer repair company that isn’t very profitable. In Poland are his wife and son, neither who are willing to move to Germany and to whom he sends $225 per month to help them meet expenses. He has a car but it hasn’t been started in six months. Martin travels 6 months out of every year though and speaks three languages fluently (German, Polish and English) and can travel using most others throughout Europe. We found Martin through Hospitality Club, an online organization linking travelers around the world and after meeting him I just had to tell a bit of his story so that you could understand what we were in for. We agreed to travel with Martin by flying into Stuttgart and driving through Germany, Austria and Switzerland to Lake Como in Northern Italy. From there we’d be going to the Cinque Terre and Venice before flying out of Milan on the 16th of September to Morocco.

Martin is a strange bird, extremely eccentric, on the far end of the spectrum and frankly, not the easiest person to get along with. But I have to give him credit, he is doing what he loves and is genuinely a sweet, caring guy who just so happens to be preparing for his own homelessness. So let’s examine even further. How does Martin travel 6 months out of every year on only $11,000 in annual income?

Watches Every Penny (or every half-penny to be more precise)

Let’s get down to the basics: food, shelter, and clothing. Absolutely meticulous about everything he spends, he shops at Aldi, quite possibly the cheapest supermarket in the world and only buys the bare minimum for his survival. He would rather eat dumplings every day than miss one day of travel for lack of funds and as for alcohol, he’ll drink it but he definitely isn’t buying it. He lives with his parents. Doing this saves him on rent and probably most food bills. His clothes are all second-hand and he doesn’t have many of them. If they should wear down or tear, he’d be first to have them sewn or patched rather than replace. Martin would probably be the first to scoff at anyone owning more than one pair of anything and often questions the definition of what most would consider “necessary.” That’s how simple he makes it and it’s a big reason why he does what he does.

Travel Tips

Martin prefers to travel by car because he sleeps in it while traveling. That saves him on lodging. He also needs to store the food that he buys at Aldi before leaving, all of it dry goods that won’t spoil and go to waste. The car, as mentioned, is a 1982 VW Passat, truly a piece of junk in most people’s eyes. But he loves it because it runs well, it’s fairly good on gas (he would love to convert it to propane), and if anything goes wrong he can get his hands under the hood without messing with any expensive electronics. While on the road, he rarely, if ever, travels alone in order to cut down on all costs, especially gas (a gallon of gas in Europe is around $9 due to high government taxes.) Plus, he gets to have the company of other travelers. He avoids cities and toll roads like the plague, preferring the friendliness of the countryside, its people and beautiful backroads. After arriving at or near his destination he usually will ask people with land if he can park his car and spend the night. Since he speaks their language and makes sure to add “no fires, no noise, no problem,” he gets an overwhelming 70% success rate. If he finds a really hospitable person, sometimes they’ll bring him food or even invite him in for dinner.

In one year, Martin travels more than his friends do in five. Granted, they make 10-20 times more than he does, drive nice cars, have nice big homes, flat screen tv’s with 200+ channels and all the expenses that go with them. Martin is questioning the very essence of what we consider wealthy. Who is better off? I’ll leave it to you to decide.

Jason and Erin meet Martin

After gathering our bags and going through customs we walked through the tunnel to the waiting area where Martin was waiting with a sign. His attire was out-of-style and rather unkept and he wore a bucket hat. We all shook hands and he instructed us to put our bags on the cart, a nice gesture. To avoid paying a parking fee, we had to be out of the lot within an hour of parking so we hurried off. We showed up to an Audi and Martin popped the trunk and we thought, “boy, were we wrong.” It was his dad’s car and he drove us back to his parents’ house where we saw his car, named the “Vampire,” sitting in the driveway. While packing our bags into the Vampire, his parents invited us in for leftover pizza from the night before and some soft drinks before we shoved off to the open road. First, an Aldi pit stop was in order. We stocked up on dehydrated milk, dried oats, cereal, soup, canned veggies and tuna. After paying for the food, Martin let us know that he had already filled the tank and it cost 60 euro so 40 was to come from us. Also, he reminded us “since I picked you up from the Stuttgart airport which is a 80km roundtrip from my house at an average of 7km per liter at an average price of 1.40 euro per liter, you owe me an extra 10 euro.” No problem, let’s just get on the road.

German Alps

Our first stop was near Fussen, a touristy area in Bavaria. We stopped at a small lake and began walking around looking for a suitable spot. Following Martin’s lead, we finally came to a nice home and coincidentally, the owners were just pulling into the driveway. We approached them and Martin proceeded to ask them if we could stay on their lawn, him in his car and Erin and I in a tent. They smiled and said, “no problem.” Whew, one down and if it’s this easy all of the time, we’re in for a nice trip. After setting up camp, the owner, Bernd, came out to check on us and struck up a conversation. Since Erin is fluent in German, they immediately had a lot to talk about, especially our relationship with Martin. I played soccer with his grandson, Benedict, and his daughter Simone and her husband Xavier came out to chat as well. Xavier is from Catalan in Spain so I spoke what Spanish I could to him. After we had some soup and a small salad, what would normally have been dinner, Bernd came back outside and invited us to his house for some wine. Wow! Talk about hospitable. We never expected anything like this and were blown away by this generosity and gladly accepted. We sat out back and Bernd kept pouring and opening new bottles. Xavi and I talked in Spanish and within seconds of hearing our travel plans he invited us to stay with him and Simone in their home near Barcelona! Then, they invited us in for dinner and more wine and we all talked the night away. It was a great time and Erin and I are both looking forward to our reunion with Xavi and Simone in Spain. A big thanks goes out to Bernd and the entire Friedrich family for their hospitality. Since Bernd is also blacklisted from visiting the USA again, we agreed to meet him in Canada next year. See you then! 🙂

Back on the road the next morning, we drove to nearby Neuschwanstein (prounounced Noysh-vahn-shtine) where Erin and I hiked an hour uphill for the spectacular view. Martin didn’t sleep well the night prior and stayed in the car. The castle is said to have inspired Walt Disney when designing the Magic Kingdom, and upon seeing it you immediately see the resemblance. Built by King Ludwig, an eccentric and unliked king, he lived in the castle for only a few months before mysteriously being found drowned in the nearby lake with his psychiatrist. The castle still stands and is a major tourist attraction in Bavaria. We hiked back down to Martin and began the climb by car through the German Alps and crossed the border into neighboring Austria. By this time we were surrounded by huge, majestic mountains and I was reminded of my previous amazing trip six years ago to Switzerland with Piro and Denny Shifrin, two of my greatest friends to this day. We climbed and dipped, careened and curved through the valleys past chalets with smoking chimneys tucked perfectly on the hillside. Perfect green grass and grazing cows with the faint sound of cowbells ringing pushed us upward until we stopped for lunch in order to avoid traffic. Martin hates traffic as it wastes gas. Amidst the perfect setting we cooked up a lunch fit for dinner and killed a couple hours of time waiting for the traffic to clear. After another few hours of driving we decided it was time to camp and picked a nice village to pull off into. In standard fashion, we parked the car and began walking around to find a place to camp. The first home we saw, Erin, wanting to practice her German some more, went to the front door to see if it was okay for us to tent. The old woman said it was no problem but showed us to a flat piece of land right outside her fence, not wanting to put us near the garden since she hadn’t inquired with her husband. Showing us the watershed and instructing us that if we needed anything to just ask, she let us be for the night. Martin parked his car at the bottom of the hill that led to our tent spot and used a jack to level out the car so he could sleep and after dinner we took a long walk up the hill until dark set in.


Breakfast, lunch and dinner were all cooked using Martin’s camping set-up and a propane stove. He also packed a fold out table and two chairs for us to use while preparing and eating. We crossed over into Switzerland and headed straight for St. Moritz for lunch and a walk. Set on a very small lake, the city is straight out of “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” Magnificent hotels adorn the mountainside and luxury boutiques and designer brands are the norm. After our walk around the lake, we hiked up to the main strip and saw the glitz and glam that makes St. Moritz a favorite amongst celebs. Maybachs, Ferrari’s, Mercedes and Porsches. We weren’t even sure if they’d let the tires of Martin’s car touch the pavement. Our driving pace is slow since that’s more fuel-efficient and the car is so packed that anytime Martin gets nervous in tight spaces and needs to back up, Erin and I are required to assist by shouting out commands. Moving on, we drive down an amazing stretch of highway, descending what I’m guessing to be 1000 meters in just over 2 km. Quick and tight turns on the switchbacks descended us down to the lowest part of the Alps into Northern Italy. Within a few more hours, we reached the shore of Lago di Como and began our search for another campsite.


Lake Como is shaped like an upside down “Y” and is surrounded by steep, rugged mountains making for absolutely beautiful scenery. Around Lake Como, the homes are tightly packed and built on steep slopes. Given this fact, plus all of us unable to communicate effectively in Italian, we ended up being turned down for camping in locals’ gardens a few times. So much for the pleasantries of the country. Sunset was approaching fast so we fortunately found a free parking lot connected to a small park and waited until dark to set up our tent. Crossing our fingers, we retired only to be woken suddenly, not by police as expected, but by thunder and lightning. Martin had forwarned us that the tent would leak like a civ in heavy rain so we stormed the Vampire for a long night of semi-sleep while the rain poured down.

A bit soggy and cranky, the first full day at Lake Como was beautiful. On the beach for the entire day, we read and took turns swimming and taking naps. A picnic breakfast and lunch kept us going as we marveled at the scenery around us, something we had taken for granted the day prior. Tiny villages are propped against the cliffs that plunge down into the waters below. The waters were calm and the outside temperature perfect at a nice 25 C/77 F with the gentlest of gentle winds blowing across the surface of the lake. A soft light from the west glowed on the faces of the mountains in the late afternoon and the boatless waters lulled us to keep looking on the horizon. This perfect moment couldn’t last forever we thought. Fortunately, we were wrong because I still think about it to this day and will remember it for the rest of my life.

Continuing our clockwise journey around the lake, we drove to the center of the lake, a mountainous tip at the “Y” called Bellagio. A ritzy town with multi-million dollar homes and $400 a night hotels (and famous celebrity homeowner such as George Clooney) we walked around hoping to find the perfect camp spot. Thirty minutes later we realized the search was futile as gates were closed and flat land was sparse. Looking at the map we zeroed in on our next locale and climbed upwards until getting within hiking distance to the highest peak, Mount San Primo. Driving down a dead-end dirt road we found the best camping spot overlooking the western shore below and retired early hoping there wouldn’t be a repeat of the prior night.

Parking the car the next morning we began our hike towards the peak hoping for the 360-degree panoramic view. Erin and I stormed ahead, partially for exercise and partially to get a break from Martin. He was unhappy being without us on the hike and asked us to go slower which we quickly responded “no.” As raindrops began to fall, he turned around for fear of slipping on the way down but we continued onward, reaching the cloud-covered summit. The sun broke through for a few seconds giving us a private, albeit foggy, viewing of the surroundings. That afternoon we spent walking around the city of Como, located on the southwestern shore of the lake. The buildings are your classical 3-4 story pastel-colored Italian villas with patches of exposed brick after decades of erosion on the stucco facades. Iron 2-person verandas jut out from green shuttered windows and bright red, yellow and pink flowers make for the final touches. You can’t walk more than a block without seeing the words pasta, vino, pizza, caffe and Gelato and extra wide sidewalks are all packed with tables and sunbrellas, with visitors sipping away the afternoon, people-watching and enjoying La Dulce Vita, the sweet life.

For one final highlight before leaving, in the pouring rain the following day I took the base of Martin’s windsurf board and kayaked around a point on the western shore, viewing an enormous and extaordinary villa perched on its edge. Once I returned I met 3 American travelers from Seattle, Oliver, Rachel and Shane who were also waiting out the rain. Rachel was a huge Star Wars fan and said the villa I saw was the filming site of Darth Vader’s wedding in Star Wars II. Since she was such a fan and was dying to see it, I convinced Martin to let her take the kayak. Before letting her go he said “any injury to yourself is not my responsibility,” as if she was going to sue him for the Vampire. It makes sense now though since this is the same person that is deathly afraid of nuclear holocaust (of course it would be America’s fault), all diseases in Africa and Asia, and driving down narrow streets. Not to mention his belief that “every person in America has a gun” and “the perfect society for me to live under would be Communist.”

The Cinque Terre

Carrying on, we made our way west toward La Cinque Terre (luh chin-kwa tara), a coastal national park consisting of five interconnected villages (Cinque means 5 and Terre means Village.) It was here that Erin and I had a short 4-day escape from Martin since we had planned to hike from village to village, starting at village five and working our way towards one. Starting in Monterosso, the northernmost village, we had the best of intentions to find campsites a la Martin, but after the nine days we just had, our motivation levels for camping were extremely low and we decided to get back to haggling for cheap rooms. It was nice to have beds and a shower and we wrapped up the evening by getting a pizza con funghi a cotte, with mushrooms and ham. After ordering we could see the pizza chef run to the back and cut chunks of ham off a leg. Then he put it through a deli slicer before returning to the kitchen. Placed in front of us, the aroma lifted up and brought tears of joy to my eyes. I had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. My first real Italian pizza. The crust was thin but not too thin, with slightly burnt edges. The ham was slowly being cooked by the hot cheese below. A perfect level of saltiness hit my mouth with each bite. Our waitress must have thought we were crazy because we split a pie. Real Italians eat their own.

After a few hours on the beach the following day, we hucked our sacks on our backs and began the hellish hike towards Vernazza. Passersby would just stare at us in disbelief or flat out tell us we were crazy to be carrying our backpacks. Believe it or not, we’ve gotten quite used to being called crazy by this point in the trip. Two and a half hours of strenuous up and down on the trail and we arrived at picturesque Vernazza. This is the Cinque Terre I had always seen in photos. Pastel colored square homes, aged well, sitting assuredly near the cliffs that plunge into the Adriatic. Lounging on the rocks and swimming for the remainder of the day, we ordered another pizza, this time with local creation, pesto. Taking it to the end of the barricading wall which protects the tiny village of 500 inhabitants from large ocean swells, we cracked open a bottle of red and enjoyed the moonrise. We couldn’t help thinking “when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie…that’s amore.” ‘Ol blue eyes was here.

Unexpectedly, we hiked all the way to the final destination, village one Riomaggiore the next day. Our plan was to spend a day in each village but once arriving at Corniglia, we quickly left. Corniglia is pretty boring and isn’t on the sea but I did have my first Italian Gelato here. I capitalize the G in Gelato because it’s Godly. This started an obsession that would last for the remainder of our time in Italy and also keep us on the lookout for the ever-elusive “noir chocolate” flavor. This day I would go for coffee and chocolate, a decadent and heavenly mix. Every lick and you want more but you don’t want to go too fast because then it will be gone. Though at roughly one euro a scoop, you can always find room in the budget to get more.

Manarola was next and is another picturesque gem. Unfortunately the entire town didn’t have one room available so we carried onto Riomaggiore, which ultimately ended up being my favorite. Our room was at the top of the town which means you can eat as much Italian food as you want because you’ll burn it all off going up and down the 400 stairs to get home. As the sun set we had a glass of white wine, famous in this region, while overlooking the sea before going out to a restaurant where we feasted on penne pasta with mussels and salads and washed it down with red wine, Italian of course.

Word to the wise, if you’re going to Cinque Terre and are not an avid hiker, save yourself the time, trouble and money and take the train. The train is $2 for the day and hiking in the natural preserve is $8. We had this epiphany while taking the train all the way up to Levanto where we had hoped to reunite with Martin. He didn’t get our text message in time so we found a campsite and met some Belgians who let us use their campstove. As Erin was on her way to the phone to try and call Martin the next day to let him know our location, she could hear a familiar monotone robotic voice saying “and i was with these two American travelers but they were not at the train station last night so they must have left me.” Strangely enough, Martin had met some Polish travelers who were staying in our same campsite. Since he was off hiking with them for the day, Erin and I were able to relax on the beach. That night we left the area and found a remote spot in the Alpi (prounounced appee) Mountains, which stretch from the Alps in the north all the way to the toe of the “boot.” To the east we could see the lights of Parma, home of parmesan cheese, as we used Martin’s 25 year old Russian telescope to look at the craters on the moon. The next day we bid farewell to Martin from Venice as he carried onto Croatia. The rest of our trip in Italy felt like it was done the local way and in part two I’ll cover why we felt that way.

Preparation W (orld)

I’m getting real close to departure and the freak-out, anxiety, and craziness is beginning to set in. I’m leaving SF in 11 days for Sedona to hang with family over the Thanksgiving break. Erin’s family and mine (mom’s side) will meet for the first time. Before you ask, I’m not nervous. I return from Sedona on November 27th and have 3 days to pack my entire house and get ready for the move to storage on the 30th. I leave SF for Philly on the 1st of December. Here’s what I’ve done and what I need to do before departure on the 6th of January.

What’s Been Done

  1. Rented out my house and made sure the tenant’s were capable of depositing money directly into my account on the 1st of every month
  2. Forwarded my mail for business and personal to my mom
  3. Made my business completely remote (i’m working in a coffee shop right now, which has it’s up and downs – the most recent: I’m all hopped up on 3 cups of coffee coffee coffee and I feel like my brain is going to crawl out my ear and my heart is going to crawl out of my mouth and the two are going to meet on top of my head, fall in love, and do a little jig to celebrate! )
  4. Slowly but surely eliminating all junk mail (a frighteningly hellish process. I’ve done it manually but I would recommend checking out catalogchoice.com and 41pounds.org)and have all bills sent via email with PayTrust or direct.

Still Need to Do

  1. Return my car to Dealership (lease)
  2. Cancel all utilities
  3. Move everything into storage
  4. Cancel Car Insurance
  5. Make copies of all personal documents and give to mom in case of emergency
  6. Change phone plan
  7. Change phone greetings
  8. Forward all mail
  9. Scan all business documents onto flash drive to bring on trip
  10. Inventory belongings being left at house for tenants use (they graciously agreed to take care of my plants!)
  11. Video-Record house before tenants move in and jot down any current damage
  12. Tax Preparation for 2007
  13. Buy/Make remaining Christmas gifts
  14. Change flight from Philly to LAX from the 3rd of January to the 6th of January
  15. To Be Continued…

Where in the World Will We Go?

The Around-the-World Ticket

A brief synopsis of how this ticket works. After much research we are going with the OneWorld alliance (www.oneworld.com.) They are by and far the most flexible as you only have to book where you’re flying to and from, but not when you’re flying. This gives us the flexibility to stay an extra week or two (or month?) if we’re really digging the area. The only other ticket rules are you must book your original departure date and time and the ticket expires a year after that date. You get 20 flights total around-the-world and you can use 4 in each continent or region. International flights do not count towards the four available in each continent, but do count towards your 20 total, i.e. LA to Auckland is 1 flight total, but doesn’t count as a regional flight because it’s going from North American region to Pacific Southwest region. Got it? Probably not, but that’s ok. It took me 3 months to understand it after 11 phone calls with American Airlines.

Flight Itinerary

  1. Los Angeles, USA to Auckland, New Zealand
  2. Sydney, Australia
  3. Cairns, Australia (Overland)
  4. Perth, Australia
  5. Tokyo, Japan
  6. Beijing, China
  7. Hong Kong, China
  8. Bangkok, Thailand (Overland to Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia)

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What I Will Do With My Free Time

A surefire way to get pumped on traveling is to make a list of everything you will do with your free time (besides work!)  Here’s my list:

  1. Travel (with anyone who’s down)
  2. Mountain Bike (with Damien)
  3. Ski (with Damien and Piro)
  4. Play with Erin (anything and everything)
  5. Surf (Schneids got up on her first time!)
  6. Golf (with the fellas from PSFG or TwinCap)

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