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Driving on a dark backstreet somewhere in Albania, we found ourselves boxed in by two black cars in the middle of the night. We were very lost, and now, very stuck. Three armed men wearing hoodies got out and approached our car. Fear gripped my chest and sent my stomach into my shoes. I threw…

And 30,000 steps Now if you can follow the disjointed and inconsistent posts, you’ll know that I was just in London for the Broncos game. That was our last hoorah with all our friends. My hangover the following day reflected that. Most everyone went back home, leaving just Zach, Trent, and I. The three roommates…

My Official Review of Paris Skip to the bottom if you actually just want a review. Call me a hater, call me contrarian, call me whatever, but I never wanted to go to Paris. Just didn’t care. I think I pursue “off the beaten path” to a fault. Whether it be detrimental to my own…

A short story on the trials and triumphs of travel This story is about our attempts to leave Scotland, but it deserved its own post. Most of you can probably relate to this struggle in some way. It began at the airport of course, where everything goes wrong all the time. After a long time…

Amazing Grace, bagpipes, Nessie, a kilt, and a van. What I am about to write will be about mostly my positive views and experiences in Scotland, with a touch of psychological musings on my girlfriend’s family, who I traveled with. Most are also positive, I might add. The first being I don’t know what the…

or there and back again… Hello again my dedicated readers (Mom, Dad, and Grandparents)! Monika and I successfully conquered the Ring Road of Iceland in a camper van with only a normal amount of confusion and hardships. The Ring Road is the two-lane, paved road that outlines the entire country. Iceland is a seemingly vast,…