The Great Migration

The Great Migration

Hello adventurous Virtual Travel Buddies. I’m taking on a new adventure. That would be transferring my WordPress hosted website to a self-hosted one. It’s called migrating and makes me feel a bit like a bird. I’ve never been a fan of birds;...
Ignite Phoenix

Ignite Phoenix

Well, hello there. Yes, I know, it’s been awhile. So much is happening as I try to make some bucks. This means leading some tours, pitching and writing magazine articles (if you follow Drop Me Anywhere on social media, you’ll have seen those posts),...
Fifty Shades of Green

Fifty Shades of Green

Following yesterday’s long hike, I wake expecting to feel more sore than I do. With just a little tenderness in my quadriceps, I choose to have a relaxing morning hanging on the farm and writing. A light on-and-off rain is falling and the various chairs scattered on...
How Green Was My Valley

How Green Was My Valley

Stop what you’re doing! Seriously, stop right now and get on your computer – oh, I guess you’re already on it. Ok then, leave this page and immediately book a trip to Salento, Colombia. You can fly into Periera or Armenia (yes, Armenia, Colombia) or, if you...
It's News to Me

It's News to Me

I had to switch hotels today. I didn’t want to as the Estelar Blue is wonderful and equal to what would be a four-star hotel in the U.S. And no, I’m not a rockstar who got drunk, smashed the headboard, threw a TV out the window and was banned from the place. I got a...
It's a Gamble

It's a Gamble

Following my Minca jungle adventures, I take an early-morning cab ride to the Santa Marta airport from where I have a 9:00 am flight to Bogota for a quick connection on to Medellin. After a really smooth and on-time LATAM Airlines flight, I land in Medellin at 12:15...
Chasing Waterfalls

Chasing Waterfalls

There’s nothing like relaxing in the jungle and today is proof of that. I came down with a cold last night and, between that and the really hard beds of Colombia, sleep was difficult to come by. As I’m in Minca for four nights, which seems a bit longer than most who...
Moving to Minca

Moving to Minca

It’s my last day in Cartagena, a city I’ve come to love. The people are friendly, the food is good, and just walking around the streets is entertaining. The only problem is the damn tourists. Wait, perhaps I’m one of them. Well then, it’s most of the other damn...
The Bizarre Bazurto

The Bizarre Bazurto

I’m excited about today’s plan of a more local experience as I’ve found Cartagena’s concentration on tourists overwhelming. Each time I ask a local what I should do and where I should go in Colombia, everyone lists the same activities and offers to book them for me....
Back in the Saddle

Back in the Saddle

Here we go! Back on the road again. It’s 11:00am I’m sitting here at the Fort Lauderdale airport feeling as if it might as well be 6:30am. My body seems to be conditioned, after so many early flights in my lifetime, to feel exhausted the moment I hop into an airport...
Neck and Neck

Neck and Neck

The voting has just ended and, wow, you’ve been busy this past couple of days! You seem to have spent a lot of time voting. Don’t you have jobs to attend to? Or is this something you do while at work?  I promise not to tell your boss as I do appreciate you taking the...
New Beginnings

New Beginnings

I didn’t sleep very well last night. The noise just wouldn’t stop. Roar. . . shhh. . . crackle. 3:30 am and I was still awake. I really can’t complain, though. It was the sound of ocean waves pounding the shore so loudly I was sure if I stepped out...
Speaking English

Speaking English

After an-hour-and-twenty-minutes riding the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) from the San Francisco airport to the Oakland airport, I arrive and make my way to security (actually, to the bar; security is just a small obstacle to get there) a pod-like structure catches my...
Home Away from Home

Home Away from Home

As I told you in the previous article I’ve returned to my old love, Budapest. While I hope for it to be on a more permanent basis in the future, for now, it’s just for a month. And, as I also explained, my planned abode fell through which left me looking (and finding)...
Revisiting an Old Love

Revisiting an Old Love

Hello Virtual Travel Buddies! I’m sure you’re asking, “Where the hell have you been?” though, perhaps you didn’t even notice I was gone. When we last spoke, I was in St. John’s, Newfoundland, trudging through an April snow storm. It...
Not Quite Lost

Not Quite Lost

Well hello Virtual Travel Buddies. I know it’s been a while and I’m sure you thought I might have been lost at sea (or maybe lost on translation. . . or lost in love. . . or even lost in space). No need to warn Will Robinson, I’ve just been incredibly busy figuring...
Viva La Revolucion

Viva La Revolucion

Immediately after landing at José Martí Airport, the main international airport in Cuba, and after waiting in the VIP lounge while are bags are loaded onto carts by porters – it sounds fancier than it is as the VIP lounge only really offers a place for the group...
An American in Cuba

An American in Cuba

Hola Amigos! I’ve just returned from Cuba and thought I should tell you a bit about it. I know you’re wondering, ‘Did I miss a vote?’ The answer, in Spanish, is “no.” I’ve started earning some money by getting back into a field I worked in fifteen-years ago – tour...
Flying Into the Storm

Flying Into the Storm

After brushing up on my handyman-skills (read Returning Home) it’s time to leave the beautiful winter of Phoenix for a change of scenery and, hopefully, to make a few decisions. After a few days of work at the Fiesta bowl for an old client, and a short-stay at...
Returning Home

Returning Home

As many of you have asked me to share my experience and feelings in returning to the U.S. after a year traveling out of the country, here’s a piece which lets you in on a little of what’s going on in my life and head. They say that after a traumatic experience –...
Another Van

Another Van

Hello Virtual Travel Buddies. As promised, I’m back to tell you where I am now and how I got here. Once again, I’m staying in a Van, but this time it’s not a vehicle, but a city. I spent nine days in Phoenix with great friends, getting my ass kicked by my yoga...
Returning

Returning

Hello Virtual Travel Buddies; oh how I’ve missed you so. I know that in my recent article The End. . . ? I sort of said goodbye. Still, there was that question mark. Was it my fear of commitment? Perhaps. More-so, it was a battle between my fear of not honoring...
The End . . . ?

The End . . . ?

I know what you’re thinking; Hey, where’s the next vote? We need to tell Carole where to go. (Yeh, yeh, get in line.) Well, I’m currently in an undisclosed location (ok, I’ll disclose it as I’m neither Dick Cheney nor a Hollywood starlet...