It happened that quick. Well, today it didn’t happen that quick, and I didn’t get run over by a car — but it could have happened just the same. And had I been riding my bike just a little faster and had I not braked last minute, I could have …
Sometimes when faced with a difficult decision whether to partake in a cultural practice while traveling, I ask myself, “What Would Bourdain Do?” When it came to trying a traditional drink in India made with cannabis the decision was easy: Anthony Bourdain had drank it at that same shop.
An easy day on the water relaxing and scuba diving they said. And it was, until that part I nearly died. Maybe that is a little overblown for the sake of drama, but when you are meters deep below the surface with lead weights strapped to you starting to fall unconscious, you might freak out as well. Everything began and ended fine, because I wouldn’t be writing to you today and showing you this gnarly video if I was dead, but there was an in between bit that I thought I was doomed.
Traveling from city to city in countries around the world by some sketchy mode of transport is nothing new. Driving three people on a motorbike was pretty easy. Hanging from the back of a songthaew wasn’t so bad. Hitchhiking in New Zealand? No sweat. But sometimes you take a ride in something and immediately think to yourself, “Will I survive this? Probably not…”
India is always a country I always hear described with one phrase: It’s a love and hate kind of country. And that is about as consistent as India gets. India, as I joked many times with different groups of backpackers, is consistently inconsistent. It is a paradox where the ugliness and beauty are hand in hand, where incredibly frustrating moments are followed by incredibly rewarding moments, where it is uplifting of the spirit yet depressing in the soul. Come read see the experiences I had!
It has now been a little over a month since the Rickshaw Run ended, and I am still cleaning dirt out from beneath my fingernails and trying to smell like something other than gasoline. It sticks with you, India does, and when you take a road trip, a lot more …
Hello Lost Ones, It’s been quite a while since I posted on the blog. Though, with a two-week long insane road trip around India, and then bouncing around India to places with non-existent wi-fi, and then throw in big tremors felt from the Nepal earthquake, getting any writing done has …
It is here. The Rickshaw Run kicks off April 6th at 11am Indian Time and our team Teen Romanchak Yaar will be sharing the crazy Rickshaw Run chaos Live. Here is how you can be involved in the 2,700km roadtrip on three wheels and how to follow along every harrowing moment.
As we get older, imagination and fantasy seems to be left behind. But fantasy and dreams do come true, and in Haiti I fulfilled on by sleeping in a treehouse hotel.
In 21 days, I will travel to India for the first time, and to take part in the Rickshaw Run — a 2,700km race across the country. Fear and doubt have set in, am I even ready for this race?