During my stay in Istanbul over the past five days, it occurred to me that taking a stroll along the city’s popular Istiklal Street is something that never gets old.

This three-kilometer long, pedestrian-only avenue on the European side of the city acts as the heart of the shopping/entertainment/nightlife district of Beyoglu, with an endless variety of both local and international stores, bookshops, cafes, restaurants, meyhane, food stalls, chestnut vendors, bakeries, bars, clubs, shisha cafes, tea houses and so much more lining both the street itself as well as the dozens of tiny lanes that branch off on both sides.

And the other night, as I found myself in Taksim Square, which lies at one end of Istiklal Street, I thought that you might be interested in joining me for a walk through this area…

(Warning: This is actually more of a sprint than a walk!)

*For those reading this post as an email, you’ll need to click here and visit my site to view the video. It’s not possible to embed the videos in the email unfortunately.


Have you been to Istanbul? Is it on your list of places to visit?

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Beach at Sayulita, Mexico

Anyone who has spent even a short amount of time traveling would certainly be familiar with the ‘travel date’. This is when we actively seek out another traveler to spend time with despite knowing that we will end up having the exact same conversation, one that revolves around a very typical set of questions, that we’ve had thousands of times before.

However, it is important to point out that there are some key differences between the ‘travel date’ and normal dating.

First, instead of love, travelers are often just looking for someone to hang out with for the day. Second, instead of having the luxury of sifting through thousands and thousands of online profiles hoping to find a good match, we travelers must use a different method to find our companions. We must sit in the hostel lounge, pretending to read a book, as we scan the room out of the corner of our eye, looking for someone that appears interesting and with whom we think we could handle an afternoon of sightseeing or a quick meal.

While there are certainly plenty of days when we travelers are perfectly fine with being on our own, it would be foolish not to admit that there are even more days when we prefer the company of others. Visiting the famous fortress in town or going down to the beach is often a much better experience when we have someone there to talk to and so we spend some time scoping out our fellow travelers in the hostel, eavesdropping on their conversations, just waiting for the right moment when we can suddenly interrupt and say, “Oh, you were in Indonesia last year as well? Sumatra was also my favorite island!”

Maybe we are welcomed into the conversation, maybe we are politely ignored. But if we are welcomed in, it feels great. The other person is interested in hanging out as well! It must be how my friends feel when they actually receive a response from someone they contacted through an online dating site.

From this point on, things usually become much easier. All we have to do now is wait for the other person to say something like, “I was going to walk over to the castle today” or “I heard about a cool pub in town” and then we can respond with, “Me too!”. And just like that, we have a ‘date’.

Of course, these are not dates in the traditional sense. But as you head out the door of the hostel a few minutes later, and those typical traveler questions begin to be asked, it certainly feels like a date nonetheless.

New Years in Puerto Madryn

HUNGRY & DESPERATE IN BULGARIA


Usually, we have many travelers to choose from when we’re looking for someone to spend the day with, but there is always a chance that we end up somewhere that doesn’t offer us much of a choice, such as when it’s the low tourist season and there are only a few other people staying at the hostel. I imagine that such a situation would be similar to living in a town of 1,000 people in the middle of nowhere. When you’re really in the mood for some companionship, you just have to shrug your shoulders and accept whomever happens to be around.

And last week, this is exactly what happened to me during my stay at the Hostel Mostel in Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria. On my first night, there were only two people staying at the hostel, myself and a German fellow. The next morning, the German took off in his car to go to a football match in a nearby town, leaving me all alone (the nerve of him!).

So I sat down in the hostel lounge, turned on my laptop and decided to respond to some emails. After about an hour, and just as I started to feel hungry, the door to the hostel suddenly opened, and in walked another traveler. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as this guy checked in, put his backpack in the dorm room and then seemed to ask the hostel staff where he could find a good restaurant for lunch.

Upon hearing the word ‘lunch’, I turned off my laptop, jumped out of my seat and made my move, probably looking more desperate for a friend to eat with than I would have liked. I practically sprinted over to this guy, informing him that coincidentally, I, too, was hungry and about to go eat. So I asked him if he wanted to eat together.

Well, that’s pretty much how I ended up on a ‘travel date’ with Kaji, a 22-year old Japanese graduate student who spoke no more than twenty words of English. In fact, his English was so limited that I don’t even think he knew what I was saying when I invited him to join me for lunch.

He was probably scared of me, the strange guy who started babbling nonsense to him three minutes after he walked into the hostel. I wouldn’t be surprised if he followed me only out of fear.

But even so, the ‘date’ did seem to start off quite decently. Sitting on the terrace at the Ego Restaurant in the center of Veliko Tarnovo, eating pizza and drinking mugs of Zagorka beer, we eventually managed to communicate enough to ask and answer the usual questions – Where are you traveling? How long have you been traveling? What is your favorite country?

Unfortunately though, as soon as these were out of the way and we moved on to the next level of questions, we really started struggling.

Kaji asked me if I like music. I replied, “Yes.”
I asked him if he smoked cigarettes (no idea why this question came to mind). He said, “Yes.” Then he said, “No.” Then he said, “Yes” again.
Kaji asked me what I do for work. I said, “Blog computer stuff.”
I asked Kaji what he was studying. He said, “Chemistry.”
Kaji pointed out that I had spilled some pizza sauce on my shirt.
Ten minutes passed in silence.
I asked Kaji if he had any brothers or sisters. He didn’t say anything, not understanding my question.
Ten more minutes passed in silence.
Kaji told me he liked my titanium money clip.
I told Kaji that I love eating Okonomiyaki.
Kaji went to the restroom.
I tried to think of more questions.

On and on we went like this for about an hour and a half, with the conversation never really flowing too smoothly. It was still a pleasant afternoon in the end as Kaji was a really nice guy and I was certainly happy to not be eating alone, but once we finished our food and we paid the bill, as is often the case with real dating, it was obvious that our relationship was not going to continue beyond this one meal.

We simply shook hands, thanked each other for the company and went off in opposite directions, two travelers wandering the streets alone once again, each hoping the next ‘travel date’ they have out there in the world will prove to be more successful.


Are you familiar with the above type of traveler interaction? Have you had any awkward ‘travel dates’?

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Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria
Here I am, sitting on a pile of comfy floor pillows in the common area of a hostel in the small Bulgarian town of Veliko Tarnovo. I’ve been here for several days now and the town certainly lives up to it’s reputation as a place that most travelers find difficult to leave. But alas, I must pull myself away from this beautiful town along the Yantra River as I’m taking the overnight bus to Istanbul at 9pm this very evening. The time has come for me to move on to the next exciting stage of my crazy six-week itinerary.

However, as excited as I am about my upcoming travels, I am also excited these days about a few other projects that have recently been launched by some wonderful other bloggers. And I’m confident that you’ll find these projects to be quite interesting as well.

So, here’s some cool stuff that’s now out there for you to take advantage of…

Everything Everywhere Travel Photography App

First up is a new iPhone app that was created by Gary Arndt. If you’re not familiar with Gary, he happens to be the man behind one of the most popular travel blogs on the planet, Everything-Everywhere.com. His site has an abundance of interesting posts from his own life of travel which has so far taken him to over 100 countries. And Gary also takes some amazing photos during his global wanderings, the kind of photos that make you want to pack your bag and immediately book a flight to some foreign land.

Gary’s new app, Everything Everywhere Travel Photography, simply takes it all to the next level. This app is perfect for anyone who loves to daydream about faraway places and to look at stunning photographs from around the world, all of which Gary took himself, in order to get ideas for their own travels. I played around with this app myself and I must say, it’s quite addicting. Every photo I viewed simply increased my desire to discover even more of this planet! And Gary adds new photos every day, ensuring that you never run out of travel inspiration.

Info: You can learn more about the app on Everything-Everywhere.com or download the app from the iTunes store.

Unanchor.com – Less Research. More Travel.

Imagine you’re heading to Istanbul and you’re not really interested in following the well-beaten path around the city that you find in every guidebook. You’re looking for something different and you want some local recommendations. Enter Unanchor.com, a great concept created by Jason Demant that allows people to submit and upload suggested self-guided tour itineraries for cities around the world. So whether you’re traveling to Istanbul or Bangkok or Prague (or anywhere else), you’ll be able to find a unique itinerary that was created either by a local resident or by someone who has spent a great deal of time in that city. For many destinations you’ll even find itineraries geared towards specific interests, and while each itinerary does cost some money, the cost is very minimal, usually less than $10 USD.

During my last trip to Istanbul I used this itinerary. It certainly included most of the main sights but it also led to more local experiences, and I loved following the advice of someone who clearly knows this city in and out. These itineraries really are a cool way to explore as all you need to do is follow the suggestions and enjoy the adventure.

Info: All of the itineraries can be found at Unanchor.com

Grassroots Volunteering

Last summer, during a trip to Florida to visit my family, I was lucky enough to meet up with one of my favorite people in the blogging community, Shannon O’Donnell from ALittleAdrift.com. And as we dined on some southern food in a small local diner, she told me about her plans for the near future. First of all, those plans included spending six months exploring Southeast Asia with her 11-year old niece, which seems to have been quite a success for both of them. However, her plans also involved creating a website that would act as a massive database of free and low-cost volunteer opportunities around the world as well as local businesses that work hard to benefit their own communities. This way, whether you are interested in volunteer work or supporting local businesses during your travels, you would have a central website to guide you in the right direction.

Well, that project has now been launched and for anyone looking to do some volunteer work and support local communities around the world, this is absolutely where you should start your search. The site is very user-friendly and listings can be found in over 18 countries so far, with the database continuing to expand all the time.

Info: GrassrootsVolunteering.org – connecting travelers with local causes and communities


If any of the above sound interesting to you, I really hope you’ll give them a try as all of the people I’ve mentioned are also very dedicated to helping others achieve their own travel goals.

And in case you were wondering, this is not paid advertising at all and I receive no money for mentioning these things. I genuinely wanted to help promote these websites/app because I believe in their usefulness and value. In fact, I have interacted with, either in person or online, Gary, Shannon and Jason and I’ve also personally used Gary’s app, Shannon’s website and Jason’s itineraries.


Let me know what you think about these projects! And I shall write again from Istanbul…

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Food at Blind Restaurant, Bucharest

At first, the restaurant looked normal enough. It was somewhat small, with only 8 tables or so, but it was comfortable and seemed to have a cozy atmosphere. The only problem was that I had no idea what kind of restaurant I was sitting in.

My friend had invited me out for dinner the night I arrived back in Bucharest a couple of weeks ago but she refused to tell me where we were going or what kind of food we would be eating. It was to be a complete surprise.

And so, after a short taxi ride to a quiet residential neighborhood, my friend led me to a long, unmarked gray building, which we entered through an ordinary looking door. Immediately, a friendly waitress brought us over to a table by the window and we sat down.

My friend and I each ordered a hot tea and we began to catch up. Of course, with this being a surprise meal and my friend offering no hints whatsoever, my eyes did wander around the room from time to time, trying to find some kind of clue about what I was about to experience.

After a few minutes, I began to realize that the name of this restaurant was nowhere to be found inside (and I had not seen the sign outside either as my friend blocked it from my view) and even the decorations in the room gave no indication about the theme or cuisine to be served.

Blind Restaurant, Bucharest, Romania

We continued to drink our tea and talk for a while, and it wasn’t until fifteen minutes had passed that things began to seem strange. First of all, it occurred to me that we never received any menus apart from the drink list and that nobody at any of the other tables were reading menus either. Then, a male waiter suddenly appeared from a random door, approached our table, asked if he could take our jackets to the cloak room and then requested that we turn off our mobile phones.

And then he left…leaving me confused while my friend just sat there and laughed.

The male waiter soon returned, but this time he confused me even more because he was wearing a massive night vision apparatus on his head. Yes, you read that correctly. With a big smile on his face, he asked both of us to join him over in a darker area of the room where he proceeded to give us each a plastic apron, the use of which he highly recommended. So naturally, I put the apron on.

Then he instructed my friend to place her hands on his shoulders and me to place my hands on her shoulders. And off we went, around a corner and towards another room, which had been hidden from our view. It’s a good thing we were all holding on to each other because as soon as we entered this new room, we encountered complete and impenetrable darkness.

Stumbling through this darkness, we started taking left turns and right turns, following this lunatic with the night vision gear to wherever it was he was taking us. For all I knew he was leading us into an ambush where we would be attacked by a crazed army of night-vision junkies who would stab us with their swords, toy with our brains and leave us alone in this dark room until we bled to death.

Waiter at Blind Restaurant, Bucharest

Although, as we continued walking, I did hear some voices around us, and even some laughter, all of which proved to be somewhat comforting at the time. By the time the waiter had led us across the room, still in complete darkness, and literally placed each of us into a seat at what felt like a table, I started to relax. However, I did have some odd thoughts running through my head, such as…

Will I have to get naked? Will there be torture involved with this meal? Why am I friends with this person?

But once I felt the top of the table and realized that there were plates and forks and knives in front of me, I finally stopped wondering if I would be killed by a machete-wielding waiter while in the midst of taking off my pants.

“Are we really eating in such darkness?” I asked my friend. She didn’t answer me, so I asked the question again. This time she apologized because she had been nodding ‘yes’ without realizing that I couldn’t see her. We hadn’t even begun to eat and we were already running into issues.

THE BLIND RESTAURANT

This was all a part of my introduction to the concept known as “The Blind Restaurant”, which I think is one of the coolest restaurant ideas I’ve come across. It’s actually not about being in the dark. It’s about being completely blind. At no point could we see anything at all, not while eating our salads, not during the main course and not during dessert.

With the sense of sight completely removed, one faces a dining and social experience that is completely free of visual judgments. The concept might sound quite basic, but in practice, it’s much more intriguing than you would imagine and, for one and a half hours, I thoroughly enjoyed the unique sensation of relying on my other senses.

Sure, I spilled some wine as a result of not being able to see. I might have dropped some pasta onto my lap as well and even miscalculated the location of my mouth once or twice, resulting in pasta sauce and ice cream finding their way into my nostrils, but I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much during a meal as I did that night.

And at one point, I even thought about taking off my shirt and placing tomato slices (I think they were tomato slices) on my chest, knowing that nobody in this place could see a thing. Luckily, I remembered the guy with the night-vision gear just before I unbuttoned my shirt and I decided to keep my clothes on in the end.

As for the food, it was quite good as well. Here’s a photo of the salad…

Blind Restaurant, Bucharest, Romania

And a photo of the main dish…

Blind Restaurant, Bucharest, Romania 2

While we’re at it, here’s a photo of the interior of the dining room…

Blind Restaurant, Bucharest, Romania 3

Not a bad looking place, right?

Once we finished the dessert, we simply had to raise our hands and wait for the waiter with the night-vision gear to collect us from our table and lead us out of the darkness. After returning to the world of light, we were then invited to once again take a seat in what turned out to be the ‘waiting lounge’ where we could finish our bottle of wine.

We sat there for thirty minutes chatting with the waitstaff about the restaurant’s concept while learning that there are other similar restaurants throughout Europe and in the US.

I personally love the idea of a “Blind Restaurant” as I really enjoy participating in activities that are a bit out of the ordinary or that involve doing things we simply don’t ever think about doing. Spending time and eating in such complete darkness definitely fits into that category.

And as you can see, there is no torture involved. But I am willing to bet that self-mutilation, in the form of having your face pierced in several locations by your misguided fork, is an all-too-common occurrence.

The Blind Restaurant – Bucharest, Romania
Website: http://www.blindrestaurant.ro/


Have you been to such a restaurant before?

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Kiribati, South Pacific
One minute I think I’m staying in Bucharest for a couple of months in order to finish some projects I’m working on and the next minute I have seven flight reservations made, two of which will take me over the Atlantic Ocean and another two that will take me almost all the way across the Pacific Ocean as well.

And the fun begins this coming Friday, when I will pack my bag and hop onto a bus that will take me to the border with Bulgaria.

I’ll then be on the move, constantly, for about six weeks in total, after which I shall end up back in Bucharest, where I’ll probably seek out the most comfortable bed in the city and sleep for a solid nine or ten days straight.

Here’s my travel plan for the next month and a half…

  • Bucharest to Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria (5 hours by bus)
  • 7 days in Veliko Tarnovo
  • Overnight bus to Istanbul (8 hours)
  • 5 days in Istanbul
  • March 28 – Flight to NYC (11 hours)
  • 5 days in NYC
  • Bus to Boston (4 hours)
  • 3 days in Boston
  • Bus to NYC (4 hours)
  • 2 days in NYC
  • April 8 – Flight to Los Angeles, then to Fiji (25 hours total)
  • 9 days in Fiji
  • April 17 – Flight to Los Angeles, then to NYC (22 hours total)
  • 3 days in NYC
  • April 21 – Flight to Istanbul (10 hours)
  • 1 day in Istanbul
  • April 23 – Flight to Bucharest (1 hour)

So, that’s a total of around…

27,000+ miles of travel (43,450 kms)
54 hours of flights
21 hours of bus rides
16 hours worth of layovers

…all in just 39 days.

It’s tiring simply to look at those numbers but of course, I’m very much looking forward to the adventures that await, especially Fiji. It’s been 14 years since I’ve been to this South Pacific nation and this time around I’ll be traveling with Matt from ExpertVagabond.com, Ryan from PauseTheMoment.com and JD from EarthXplorer.com, on a press trip offered by Tourism Fiji.

As for press trips, this will be my second one (South Africa was my first) and I do want to say that I debated back and forth with myself for quite a while before deciding that it would be okay for me to accept such a trip every now and then.

The reality is, these days, blogging is a full-time job and combined with my other online projects, I’m currently working 40-50 hours per week on my laptop. And so I consider these press trips to be a bonus for my efforts, and they just so happen to provide me with an opportunity to experience and learn about certain countries without having to spend much money. It’s basically a perk that I’ve decided to accept on occasion after twelve years of working mighty hard to maintain this lifestyle and more recently, to maintain this blog.

And besides, just because these are sponsored trips, nothing that I write on this site will ever be influenced by any other person or organization. I’ll always talk honestly about my experiences, no matter where I am or how I got there. That’s a guarantee.

On another note, will anyone happen to be in Veliko Tarnovo (long shot I know!), Istanbul, NYC or Fiji over the next month or so? I’d love to meet any of you, whether it’s for beers, coffee, a jam session (with me on the air guitar), karaoke, the best falafel sandwich in town or anything else. Do let me know!


What’s the most you’ve traveled in any given month? Any crazy itineraries that had you bouncing all over the place in a short period of time? Any recommendations for Bulgaria, Istanbul or Fiji?

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The Marine Hermanus, South Africa
Before I actually started traveling, I remember spending a great deal of my time daydreaming about being a traveler. Entire afternoons would pass by, especially during my university years, where I did nothing but try to envision myself exploring every region of the world. Whether it was Latin America, Asia, Europe, the Middle East, Australia, the South Pacific, Caribbean or Africa, just the thought of being there was more than enough to put a huge smile on my face.

But I would always try and go beyond simply ‘being there’. I wanted to imagine myself participating in specific activities, meeting specific people and experiencing actual life-changing moments.

It’s funny because right now, I can easily picture myself during a typical day at university, sitting in the library trying to study for exams. I might read a few pages of my economics book and do my best to stay focused, but most likely I would quickly lose my concentration instead. Closing my book, I would lean back in my chair and take a few deep breaths, and within a few seconds be transported to a land so far away, a land where…

I’d be able to drive along a windy coastal road, passing through small, quiet towns and alongside endless stretches of pristine beach. Maybe there would be a penguin nesting area to visit and perhaps some wild baboons might wander down from the hills, jump on my vehicle and come along for the ride…

Baboon in South Africa

Or maybe I’d daydream about a land where I could just hop into a microlight plane and soar high above a surreal landscape of sugar estates and farmland before soaring even higher over the deep blue ocean.

Microlight Flight, South Africa

Microlight Flight, Durban, South Africa

Sometimes I would whisk myself away to a region of the world where mountains so green made me feel as if I’d wandered straight into the most fantastic of fairy tales. While in this region I might go on a wine-tasting tour, stopping at the most well-known of wineries, those with names such as Vrede & Lust and Delaire Graff. At these wineries I would taste endless varieties of Shiraz and Pinot Grigio and Chardonnay while nibbling on the freshest and most creative of dishes, all of which were crafted from delicious locally-produced ingredients.

Wine Region, South Africa

For a moment, I might actually snap out of all this daydreaming and suddenly remember that my economics exam was only one day away. But usually that wasn’t even enough to stop me and I would quickly close my eyes once again and continue with my journey.

This time around I might find myself climbing to the top of a mountain for stunning views of a city that is absolutely one of the most beautiful on the planet or maybe hiking my way through an impressive and wildly mysterious cave system deep underground.

Cape Town, South Africa

Cango Caves

I would then imagine myself eating the most divine of meals, perhaps some Indian-influenced cuisine unlike any other I had ever tasted. And when it came to sleeping, I would imagine myself spending my nights in a variety of places, from atmospheric hostels to unique budget hotels (such as Delicious Hotel) to jungle-like lodges (such as Umlilo Lodge) and maybe even a a luxury hotel on the beach (The Views Hotel works for me!) every now and then.

Bunny Chow, South Africa

The Views Hotel, Wilderness

And during the evenings, maybe I would join some others travelers and participate in something incredibly unique such as a Sea Turtle Safari where we could watch massive, 1,500 lb (700 kg) leatherback turtles laying their eggs in the sand.

Leatherback Turtle, South Africa

Leatherback Turtle, St. Lucia, South Africa

Of course, everywhere I went during these daydreams, I was always meeting interesting and kind people, from shopkeepers to strangers on the street to other travelers to enthusiastic tour guides. Some of these people I would interact with for just a few minutes and others for a few hours or even a few days or more. I dreamed of being invited to stay in people’s homes and of spending time with locals who would take me on a brilliant tour of their country while opening my eyes to a culture and land I knew very little about.

Tommy of Julnic Tours, Durban

Phinda Game Reserve, South Africa

Escape to the Cape, South Africa

Eventually, however, my ‘trip’ would always come to an end and my approaching exam would finally find it’s way back to the top of my priorities. Sitting up straight, I would re-open my economics book and start reading where I left off several hours before. But even as I studied, a little part of my brain would still remain fixated on the wonders of travel, on the mountains, wildlife, wineries, beaches, jungle lodges, adventure activities, interesting people and the endless stream of once-in-a-lifetime experiences.

And I always hoped that one day I would have an opportunity to transform those daydreams into reality.

Well, fast forward to three months ago…

It was the final day of my adventure in South Africa and as I sat in the van that was driving me to the airport, staring out the window at a countryside I once never thought I’d see with my own eyes, I realized that so many of the things I used to daydream about had come true in this one country.

Everything mentioned above is from that trip back in December. And that is why I’m fully confident that, no matter what your own travel dreams may be, you will also be able to turn many of them into reality with a visit to the diverse, extraordinary land that is South Africa.


Anyone else spend long hours daydreaming of travel? Where do you wander to and what do you envision yourself doing?

*While my visit to South Africa was organized by the South Africa Tourism Board, my posts always consist of my own thoughts and opinions and are in no way whatsoever influenced by anyone else.
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Damascus, Syria
Last night I was sitting here in my room in Bucharest at 12.45am. I was exhausted from not being able to sleep the night before due to a severe headache. But despite the exhaustion, despite the headache, I turned on my laptop. I really wanted to try and reply to a few of the emails in my inbox, emails that had piled up quickly over the past few days, before I went to sleep.

However, before I started with the emails, I decided to open up Tweetdeck and send a few tweets out on Twitter because I hadn’t paid much attention to Twitter as of late. I did this for about ten minutes before going back to my email inbox once again where, somehow, another four emails had arrived in that short period of time. I felt my arms tense up for a moment upon realizing that I had received 74 blog- and work-related emails over the previous 24 hours.

After a big yawn, I attempted to answer the oldest message, but as I started replying, I suddenly began to think of all the work I currently have on my to-do list. As I mentioned in a recent post, I am quite inspired these days to accomplish many of the goals I’ve set for myself, yet I still find myself a little overwhelmed from time to time.

If a day goes by without me spending a good chunk of it working on my projects, I quickly fall behind. And last night, as the emails continued to pile up, as another day passed without me finding time to work on my new eBook, as my to-do list grew, as I neglected Twitter and Facebook for yet another day, I simply felt frustrated. So, I just stared at my computer screen, unable to do anything except shake my head in disbelief at the sheer amount of work I had ahead of me.

I then went into the kitchen, sat down and drank some orange juice. I washed the dishes. I folded two shirts and then unfolded them and then folded them again. And by the time I felt ready to sit down one more time and try to answer a few emails so that I could finally go to sleep comforted by an inbox that was down to a reasonable level, it was already 2am.

Thinking to myself, “I must go to sleep by 2.30am”, and with sleepy, half-closed eyes, I opened the next email and typed out a reply. And then I opened another…but before I could even finish reading it, I heard that all too familiar ‘bling’ sound coming from my Facebook page that I had accidentally left open. Someone wanted to chat with me and I swear to you, I was just not in the mood.

For a few seconds, as I let the increasing frustration of not being able to get anything done sink in, I thought about closing my Facebook page without even checking who had sent the message. But then, as if I needed to see who I should blame for interrupting my work, I decided that I should at least find out who it was.

NOT WHAT I EXPECTED

After angrily switching over to Facebook, right then and there, at 2.10am, as I was about to hit a low point and thoughts of tossing my laptop into a river began to resurface, I saw a message from a Syrian friend of mine whom I had met during my travels to Syria at the end of 2010.

He just wanted to say hello.

Naturally, I responded to his message and given the current situation in Syria, in which the government is attacking and killing its own people, I asked him how he was doing.

His response was short yet powerful. In fact, as I read his words, the entire frustration that I had felt up until that point instantly disappeared. My friend told me, “We are all just sitting here wondering when we are going to die”.

Clocktower, Aleppo, SyriaHere I am complaining about emails and Twitter and my friend is worrying about being killed by bombs that he informed me were “falling every day” in Aleppo, the city where he lives. And knowing how peaceful and beautiful and full of warm, friendly people this city was when I visited, enough so to keep me there for five weeks, it is simply heart-breaking to think of what’s happening right now.

My friend and I ended up chatting for about 45 minutes but to be honest, the entire time I felt quite embarrassed. After all, how can I respond to his question of “So, how are you?” while I’m sitting in an apartment in Bucharest, working online and trying to decide if I can squeeze in another short trip to Istanbul in the near future…and he is dealing with such a terrifying situation.

We continued to exchange messages, but they were quite basic given my friend’s fear of discussing any specifics. However, one thing was certain…by the time we finally did say goodbye and I proceeded to log off Facebook, I was without a doubt a different person than the one who was exhausted and upset at 2.30am. When I went to check my inbox again, and I discovered that another 8 emails had arrived while I was chatting with my friend, I no longer cared…at all.

Big deal. They’re emails. Unfinished eBook? Big deal. I’ll finish it eventually. Neglecting Twitter? Big deal. Life goes on.

All I could think about was my friend, sitting in his home in Syria, with nothing to do but listen to the bombs and wonder if today will be his last day of life.

If you’re reading this, chances are that you’re in a much better situation in life than my friend and countless other Syrians as well. And that is something we should all remember. We should remember that fact the next time we get frustrated with our own daily happenings or the next time we get upset about something as stupid as our overflowing inboxes.

I know I’ll remember that from now on. And I will also remember to spend a great deal of time each day thinking about those who really do have something to worry about.


It is my sincere hope that you will join me in taking a moment to realize how lucky we are and that the hiccups and obstacles we face in our lives are often just plain silly in comparison to what some of our other fellow human beings are facing.

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Victoria's Secret

It’s not often that I find myself standing in the middle of a room full of women’s lingerie, so when I wandered into a Victoria’s Secret store during my quick stay in New York City last week, I wasn’t at my most comfortable. I tried my best to walk around as if I knew what I was doing, as if I’d been inside that store dozens of times before, but I think my inexperience instantly became obvious the moment I bumped right into a scantily-clad mannequin and accidentally knocked off the Christmas hat that ‘she’ was wearing on her head.

The issue was that, ordinarily, a visit to a women’s undergarment shop, let alone one that offers such an impressively large variety of racy items, is not a part of my normal routine whenever I am back in the US. It’s much more common for me to make stops at electronics stores and bookshops.

However, even though I am more likely to purchase a portable hard drive than a sexy thong, it is important to note that whatever shopping I do partake in during my trips home, I am almost never shopping for myself.

What happens is that every single time I am about to fly back to the States, I suddenly begin receiving ‘requests’. At first, these requests come from friends, friends from whatever destination I will be visiting after my stay in the US is over.

For example, when I left Bucharest at the beginning of February for a two-week trip to Florida and New York, I knew that I would be flying back to Bucharest by the end of the month. So, one of my good Romanian friends asked if I could pick up a Kurt Vonnegut book for her that she had not been able to find in Romania. Sure thing. That’s an easy one.

But somehow, every time, the word quickly spreads and before I know it, I’m receiving requests from friends of friends, cousins of friends, friends of cousins of friends and people whom I never even knew existed before they decided to ask if I could bring them back an iPod and a special kind of chopping board (only if they have it in purple!).

And so it goes…no matter where I’ve traveled over the years, the requests have always poured in from near and far and I’ve always ended up spending a day or two wandering the streets, usually of New York City, shopping for…

laptops, cameras, t-shirts, shoes, belts, socks, jackets, hats, luggage, toys, bed linen, candles, oreo cookies, dvd players, passport holders, pyjamas, memory cards, magazines, travel towels, inflatable swimming pools, beer mugs, baked beans, tripods, board games, dolls and body lotion from Bath & Body Works.

I can understand. Many items are simply not available in other parts of the world and not only that, if they are available, they are often much more expensive than they are in the US. This is why, over the years, I’ve been more than happy to do some shopping during my trips home and bring back whatever has been requested by my friends, and some strangers, overseas.

And that’s exactly how I ended up in Victoria’s Secret just three days ago…

A friend of a friend of a friend in Romania, who had heard that I was going to New York City, kindly asked if I could buy her a pair of red Victoria’s Secret boots. ‘Why not?’, I thought. I’m always up for a new adventure and so, while in the Big Apple, through the doors of this famous lingerie retailer I went.

However, after two minutes of not being able to locate the boot section, I quickly found myself feeling a little flustered and quite trapped within this intense maze of lace panties and bright pink “Very Sexy” push-up bras. Everywhere I looked I saw more panties, but no boots. At one point, not sure where to go, I quickly turned a corner and that’s when I bumped into the mannequin, knocking off her hat and having to quickly grab her bare thighs in order to ensure that she didn’t fall over as well. Naturally, this created quite a commotion and everyone in the store immediately looked over at me.

Then, a saleswoman approached, I asked her where I could find the boots, she told me that the boots were only available on their website and I turned around and bolted out of there.

This was not my most successful of shopping missions at all. And it even made me question whether or not I want to continue with this part-time career as a personal shopper. Do I deserve to go through such embarrassment when all I’m trying to do is help a nice girl in Romania be able to wear a pair of sexy, fiery red, high-heel canvas boots?

Well, it should come as no surprise that, later that afternoon, when I received an email from another friend of a friend in Romania, asking if I could bring him back some kind of special white samurai sword that costs $150 USD less in the US than in Europe, I responded to his request in a way that I had never done before.

I said, ‘no’.


Do you receive similar shopping requests when you’re about to visit your home country? Or have you ever been the one doing the requesting?

Photo above by Lucero Design
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Gerainger Fjord, Norway
As I sit here right now on my flight from Florida to New York City, and my quick two-week visit to the US approaches its end, I can’t help but notice that I’m feeling more inspired than I have felt in a long time. And I’m fully confident that when I return to Bucharest next week, that inspiration will only increase even more.

I’ve realized that over the past month and a half, instead of just thinking about what I want to accomplish, and then procrastinating forever, I’ve been taking concrete steps and working hard to achieve the goals I’ve set for myself these days. And it feels wonderful. My efforts are not only paying off but they are motivating me to create even more goals and getting me excited to work even harder to achieve those as well.

What are some of these goals that I’m finally focused on?

That new eBook I’ve wanted to write for a while? I’m writing it! And it’s coming along better than I ever imagined. I won’t go into any details right now but I’m hoping this eBook will help make it possible for anyone interested in travel to take that step and be able to travel as much as they wish.

That idea I’ve had about showing other travelers around some of my favorite countries? I’m setting it up!

And there’s two other major projects that I’m also working on (not just thinking about), projects that are becoming more of a reality with each passing day.

Even just writing about what I’m working on gets me even more pumped up to continue!

But alas, the point of this post is not to dwell on what I’m working on right now. In fact, that’s enough about me. It’s your turn!

I want this post to be a place where anyone can come at any time and receive an intense dose of inspiration. And the only way to make that happen is to hear from each of you. Let’s share our goals and how we’re trying to achieve them. Our own experiences just might be able to provide the extra inspiration that someone else needs in order to make the changes they’ve been wanting to make in life.

So, what are you trying to achieve right now and what steps are you taking?

Are you trying to find a way to travel? What challenges are you facing? Have you found ways to overcome those obstacles?

Or, if you’ve lost your motivation, what went wrong and how can we get it back?

Again, I’m inspired right now. And I really want you to be as equally inspired as well because every single day is an opportunity and we just can’t afford to waste them. So let’s make this happen and help each other out!

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Phinda Game Reserve, South Africa

In previous posts, I’ve already written about the hippopotamuses and about the crocodiles that I ‘ran into‘ during my visit to South Africa back in December, and I’ve already posted photos of the zebras and the penguins of Boulder’s Beach as well. Now they’re all nice animals and everything but there were also quite a few other creatures that played a large role in keeping my mouth wide open in complete awe every single time I jumped onto a safari vehicle and entered the bush.

In fact, the most memorable experience I had during a safari was on the last day of the trip, early in the morning, as we drove around the impressive Phinda Game Reserve. We were on a mission to find lions, although us passengers merely had to sit back and try not to nod off (it was 6am after all) while our safari guide and wildlife tracker did all the work.

And a lion, a massive male lion, they did find.

Lion in South Africa

Okay, so I saw a lion. That’s cool. The lion actually walked right past our vehicle, just a few meters away, and even though I thought I saw the lion give me an evil stare for a moment, I was able to quickly laugh off that moment of fear once the lion moved on.

Our guide then started up the vehicle, but instead of heading off to look for more wildlife, he decided to circle around and get ahead of the same lion so that we could catch one more glimpse of this cat.

And sure enough, the lion approached once again, this time walking only three meters away from me as I was in the back row of our open-air vehicle, right up against the side closest to the lion’s path.

Now I’m not usually paranoid, but I was quite certain that the lion paused for a moment while right next to me, turned his head slightly and stared me straight in the eyes yet again. For a brief second I entertained the thought that it was only my tricky imagination, but when the lion finally passed, the rest of the group in the vehicle confirmed that the beast did indeed stare me down.

With an increased heart rate and an abnormal amount of early morning sweating, I tried to return to a normal breathing pattern as our vehicle pulled away.

But alas, our driver wanted us to have one final view of this lion and so he drove ahead of the creature one more time and waited for the lion to approach.

This time, I moved a little closer towards the safety zone that was the middle of the bench and I sat still, as still as possible, merely glancing at the lion out of the corner of my eyes as he strolled up less than two meters away from me. And I kid you not when I say that he clearly was not impressed with my attempt to avoid his gaze. One more time he stopped and tried to look into my eyes and from what I could tell, he also made a face that indicated he would love to bite off my head for breakfast.

He didn’t look up at anyone else. He wanted me and only me. And as flattering as that may sound, when you remember that he may have wanted me for a meal, the word ‘flattering’ really loses its meaning.

Here’s the video proof from the first time the lion passed by…

Luckily, the lion soon wandered into an area of thick trees and even though our driver tried his best to follow him, we eventually lost his trail, which I certainly had no complaints about.

Then, only a few minutes later, as we bounced along the dirt road that crossed the seemingly infinite prairie, we encountered an animal of a different sort, a family of warthogs. And upon sight of these silly things, I immediately started to feel better. Believe me, if you need to find a way to calm down after nearly being eaten by a lion, a group of hand-sized baby warthogs darting ever so adorably all over the place will do the trick.

Warthogs in South Africa

Of course, I still continued to look over my shoulder stand up and use binoculars every few minutes seconds for the following hour three hours or so, just in case that lion decided that a male human head, or arm, or maybe leg, would make for an ideal breakfast in the end.

THE ‘OTHER’ ANIMALS OF SOUTH AFRICA

While everyone wants to see a lion while on safari in Africa, there is naturally no shortage of other wildlife roaming around the game reserves that are equally as impressive when seen up close. And since this post focuses on my own safari experience, I thought I’d share a few photos of some other animals that we encountered at remarkably close distances…

Nyala in South Africa

Giraffe in South Africa

African Buffalo in South Africa

Elephant in South Africa

Cheetahs in South Africa

Rhinoceros in South Africa

Those are some of the animals that await you in South Africa! And whether or not you travel to South Africa independently and on a budget or you prefer more organized holiday packages, a wildlife safari is one thing you should not miss out on during your stay.


If you were going on a safari, which animal would you be most excited about seeing in the wild?

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