May there always be a road…

5 Years Away From the Rat Race!

Last year I celebrated my 35th birthday while on a plane to Bangkok. I barely noticed, and the other passengers certainly didn’t notice. While surviving another year on this planet is a feat in itself, today is even more special: the anniversary of the start of my new life, a second chance that I am thankful for every day when I wake up.

January 28, 2006 — five years ago today — I landed in Bangkok with a rucksack, a one-way ticket, and no bloody idea what I was doing. My first time out of the U.S., I was green, a newbie, an FNG as army guys affectionately call them.

Well, I still have no bloody idea what I am doing, but I can tell you — as can the new wrinkles on my face — that the last five years have been one hell of a ride!

Wow…had I known what was in store on that fateful night back in 2006 when I clicked ‘buy’ on the Delta ticket that deposited me in Bangkok, I probably would have had a nervous breakdown.

The remains of my human possessions, artifacts from years of corporate work, sat patiently and faithfully in a storage unit for years. I naively paid the rent until realizing that, having seen and tasted the world, there was no coming back. After 29 years of trial and error I am finally living my life quest; for better or worse, it must be followed through. There is no stopping now.

Secluded paradise or malaria dunghole, I am going to experience every corner of this world until I run out of money, run out of places, or one of the places finally succeeds in killing me.

Let’s get it on…life is good.

Time to travelThis fortune cookie wasn’t joking!

Going Places

“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” – Confucius

Do you really have to be rich to escape the American Dream/Myth? I sport some rotting hemp strings on my wrists rather than a blingy watch but managed to go to these places below and plenty more on a skeleton budget over the past five years. I am not wealthy. I don’t sit at the top of a pyramid scheme. And I don’t sell widgets on the internet. If I can travel indefinitely, so can you!

Thailand (x5), Laos, Cambodia, Alaska (x2), Ireland, Sweden, Germany, Switzerland, Belgium, Netherlands, Italy, Egypt, England (x3), Mexico, Jamaica, California (x2), Yellowstone, Montana, Portland, Colorado (x2), Wyoming, China, Indonesia, East Timor, Singapore, Malaysia (x2), Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Washington D.C., Florida (x2), Borneo, Brunei, and Vietnam.

Amazing what you can accomplish once you stop making rich, fat, white guys even richer by buying junk.

“He who knows that he has enough, will always have enough.” – Lao Tzu

Talk to Everyone

Every person you encounter, younger or older, has a story. As great as all the above places were, all the adventures, landscapes, animal encounters, and great times would have been worthless had it not been because of the people I met along the way. Most of the countries I visited were only possible due to the kindness of people I met in other places. Those same people shared their love, support, and couches with me at exactly the right times.

The ‘secret’ to perpetual vagabonding? Talk to Everyone! One conversation in one bar with a stranger may change your destiny and your life — or at the very least, your trip.

This Blog

“A journey is best measured in friends, not in miles.” – Tim Cahill

Despite letting the thing collect a few cobwebs this year, I love this blog. When I began Vagabonding Begins on www.bootsnall.com five years ago, it was purely for the benefit of lowering my worrying family’s blood pressure. I had no idea at the time that this lowly blog would actually change my entire destiny.

I have met incredible, real-life friends whom I never would have known existed had they not read this blog and offered to meet in person. When somehow I hit around 1,000 readers a day, I actually began to feel accountable. I didn’t feel so alone out there on the road; how many times I found myself in a dangerous situation thinking…damn, I have to get out of here, survive, and write about this — I owe it to everyone!

Thank you to anyone, both friends and strangers, who turned their eyeballs this direction for a few minutes. Some even donated cash or used my links to keep me going. Honestly, I would not be writing this five-year summary had it not been for your well-timed generosity.

My old houseMy suburbia house sold in 2005 — traded for a backpack.

New Roads

Despite being mostly a collection of bad grammar captured digitally, this blog actually helped me land my first travel writing gigs that eventually led to photography work and so on. Low and behold, the cubicle-dwelling engineer was transformed into a lower-paid yet happier creator — an artist of sorts — of intangible excretions thrown out onto the internet.

The highest payment? I have a folder full of emails claiming that my writing motivated or gave hope to people all around the world who finally ditched their corporate gigs and hit the road. Money may not buy happiness, but damn it, that sure does!

Traveler First

Is my visited-country count as high as some of the “famous” travel bloggers out there with 50+ countries on their resume? Definitely not. Aside from incrementing countries systematically and making top-ten lists, most of these travelers spend a majority of their time in the field building and entertaining their 15,000 Facebook and Twitter worshippers. No thanks. One look at the dire state of my websites (and lack of eBooks for sale) should be a tell-tale indication that I am a traveler first and travel-industry entrepreneur second.

The Plan

“We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.”Β  – Edward Abbey

My evil plan is unfolding as planned: Women will burn bras once again, students will throw middle fingers to the system, and soon the larger corporations will be putting hits on me — if they haven’t done so already. Capitalism will collapse and we will all run amok naked with flowers in our hair.

Not really, but honestly if I can escape the produce-buy-consume cycle and find a higher happiness — anyone can. Grab a copy of Rolf Pott’s book Vagabonding, stop buying junk, and get your head into the clouds where it belongs. Humans were meant to be dreamers — just look at kids. At what point does someone step in and pay us to forget our dreams? If you enjoy your job, embrace it. If you complain every day, get the f*ck out and live before it’s too late. Write one of these five-year posts for yourself one day.

For the Naysayers

If you were one of the many people — there were a small handful — who claimed that vagabonding was impossible and that I would be broke, hungry, a bum, kidnapped, insane, lonely, get rabies, turn into a zombie, or wake up one day a loser: thank you for the motivation to beat the odds. πŸ™‚

Oh yeah, one more thing…*#*$*#*@ (that’s the sound of me sticking my tongue out and dancing around the room).

Experiences

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller

Just for fun, I’ll close this lengthy bragging session with a lengthy list — hopefully there’s still room left on the internet — of some of my most memorable travel experiences, both good and bad, from over the last five years.

I dedicate every adventure to my travel mate Elin, who lost her life in 2009 while vagabonding with me in Indonesia. I will see her again on that last, ultimate road one day. Also, to my family, who despite their reservations, just rolled with it and supported me.

Random Memorable Vagabonding Moments Over the Last Five Years

Just a small sampling of an experience that is impossible to summarize. Thank you for reading and here’s to another five (or more) years of travel…see you on the road!

“May there always be a road.” – Ancient Tibetan travelers