Japan is a country that is difficult to describe, but easy to feel. At the risk of sounding like the worst kind of millennial cliché; it’s an absolute vibe. It’s a land where trains run like clockwork, where everything you can ever imagine can be purchased from a vending machine, and where bathing naked with total strangers is a regular Saturday night out. Japan is wild.
We all dream of that feeling of being free, prancing around in bare feet, feeling the wind in our hair, and hanging our hands out of the window of a fast-moving car. Continue reading “How to Plan the Perfect Road Trip Across America”
I sort of ended up in Mexico by mistake. I was 19 years-old, and after taking a gap year and working for 12 full months in a retail store, I had exactly $3000 stashed away in my children’s bank account. Of course it seems like a relatively small amount now, but back then it was more money than I had ever dreamed of having and I vividly recall feeling like a billionaire, dripping in gold and hungry to burn some cash. Instead of doing the sensible thing and starting university with some cash in the bank, I quit my job, cashed in my savings and joined my sister on an epic trip around North America.
I stood at my seventh floor viewpoint, my hands pressed softly against the glass of the hotel room window, my eyes wide and taking in everything in front of me. Below on the street men wearing white robes drove past in glimmering cars worth more than my family home. In the distance beautiful women in flowing black robes sashayed past gracefully, Gucci pumps glistening in the morning light and Louis Vuitton bags slung neatly over robed shoulders.
