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Trekking Through the Israeli Desert

Trekking Through the Israeli Desert

The days following my trip to the Dead Sea went nothing like I imagined. Initially, my plan was to apply for my visa to India, finally tour Tel Aviv, and spending some days leisurely wandering the city before heading south to Eilat along the Red Sea on my way to Petra. Even after traveling for the last seven months, I’m still surprised how frequently I’m wrong when it comes to predicting the future, but I have to say it’s always an adventure. The very first lesson I learned way back in Faro, Portugal was never, ever, ever let an opportunity to travel with good company pass by.

A Serious Case of Travel Envy

A Serious Case of Travel Envy

When knowledge of my year-long trip across the world became public many people though I was crazy for seriously considering making the jump from NYC consultant to traveling hobo. Voyages like the one I was planning are merely idealistic goals Americans only dream about, but never actually do – what idiot would actually crazy enough to leave their entire life behind to travel? I repeatedly questioned my own sensibility long before departing, but since then I've realized my travel plans are peanuts compared to some of the remarkable stories and ambitious escapades of my fellow backpackers out there. One such traveler, conveniently named Andrew as well, will forever serve as a reminder to push myself to travel off the beaten path.

My First Hitchhiking Experience

My First Hitchhiking Experience

I honestly don’t know where to begin with this story. Over the last five days, I traveled with a friend, Artyom, from Utrecht, Netherlands to Copenhagen, Denmark and Hamburg, Germany without paying a dime for transportation. This leg of my trip completely transformed my perspective on a means of travel I believed was reserved for homeless, hippies, and convicts: hitchhiking. To top it all off, the entire trip was completely spur of the moment; if it weren't for my detour to Cologne, I might never have met up with Artyom, but looking back is an experience I wouldn’t trade for the world.