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All in The Low Down
Athens. The birthplace of Western civ – and my love of travel. It’s also the birthplace of RAD AND HUNGRY, long before I knew it.
Sometimes you have to work at relationships. Slowly. Bit by bit. Like peeling an artichoke, where you peel leaf by leaf till you get to the heart… my connecting with Romans took the same form. And sometimes the ones that are built over time are built to last.
In the driest place on earth my lips cracked and bled within 20 minutes of arriving. I ate dirt – figuratively and literally. Got knocked to the ground by wind and pushed forward until I managed to pull myself up
Mexico is magic. More than any other country, Mexico takes hold of me (my heart AND my belly). Mention Mexico and people often think of touristy resorts and beaches or drug cartels and violence. But it’s so much more than the stereotypes.
Low-down adventures and lo-fi travel are all about the wrong turns. You gotta get down and gritty, feel the heat radiating off the asphalt, the golden wheat on the palm of your hand. It’s a bit uncomfortable, a bit of work, a bit WTF – but that’s when you score.
Why do I always wanna head back to Brazil? ‘Cause so much magic happens despite each trip leavin’ me a bit broken.
Scotland reinforced why I love what I do. I connect with people and we work the old-school way. Reviewin’ print catalogs, takin’ notes, and yes, makin’ phone calls.
I headed to London with a list of companies to hit. No prearranged tours – just fingers-crossed for the best. Hoping they’d love RAH as much as we love them. And sure enough they did.
Gut punched and in tears from the spices… but no pain, no gain. Nothing’s stopped us so far from gettin’ the goods (not even flooding in Morocco!), and nothing was stopping us now!
It was raining the morning the guide picked us up. Half asleep, I mumbled to Sam that I hoped it wasn’t raining in the desert. The guide chirped that it never rains in the desert. Famous. Last. Words.
From the moment we arrived in Slovenia till barely getting on the train back to Zagreb, our trip was one hot mess.
What we thought would be a quick two-day tour of a village of 1,600 people turned out to be a journey that took us deep into her family roots, discovering a culture that was familiar to her yet totally new.
Small towns are always risky – add touristy to the mix, and it’s like I’m beggin’ for shit to go wrong, for failure to knock me out of my game. But everything turned out amazing.
Mexico is home to me, without it being a place where I have a permanent address or speak the language fluently (not something I’m proud of).
Yurt Life is a state of mind – and its home turf is summer. Take your goods and find an adventure. Ask the locals. Eat lots of ice cream. Tell us the flavors
I f’in love being in Korea, even if Koreans don’t love me. They see me as Japanese, maybe Chinese, but rarely Korean. After a second look, they see the Korean in me – and then I'm just an American to them.
Everywhere you looked, you faced someone hustlin’ office supplies – from the largest office-supply shop in Santiago with 2 locations, to mom-and-pop shops, to couples with a stand in the middle of the street and alleys (original pop-up shop!).
With Paris Package 4.0 upon us and the bar set high, we knew we had to come with somethin’ super fly. Not just a fresh eye, but a new approach. And you know how we do – it started with food.
In Stockholm in January the sun rises at 8:30 and sets at 3:30. That’s 6 hours of daylight – total. Each day.
Sometimes I wish we hit a new country every month. But I don’t, I can’t – I’ve fallen in love with too many cities, made friends with too many amazing people. And a return to Denmark has been a long time comin’.
