Look at that picture. It’s awesome. It’s me, getting my llama lean on at Machu Picchu. Wayna Picchu is in perfect view in the background, the clouds had just parted, the weather was warm, and at that moment, everything was right in the world. It’s one of my all-time favorite self-pictures.
A collection of photos I’ve take over the past couple of months. Most were with the Tamron 10-24mm, a few with the Nikon 35mm and 18-55mm. Body is Nikon D40.
There are two limiting factors to traveling: time and money. We often find ourselves with one but not the other. Back in college, I had entire summers that I could’ve taken off except I didn’t have the cash (and perhaps ambition). Now that I’m working, I do have the money but lack the time.
Luckily, one of these obstacles is easier to overcome than the other. As you grow older, you realize that time is harder to find than money. For people who are on a career path (myself included), big chunks of it only come around once every couple of years (changing jobs, going back to school, etc.)
So those of you who do have time, consider yourselves lucky. Traveling doesn’t have to be expensive and if you do it right, a little money can go a long way.
Here’s several ways to lower the hit on your wallet and make that dough last longer:
Disclaimer: This is a review of a complimentary Franklin Roadie unit. The review that follows are my 100% unbiased opinions.
I’m a big fan of taking my music while backpacking so I always bring along my 2 gig iPod shuffle (I know, pretty old school) and a good pair of earbuds. It’s definitely made many flights/bus trips more enjoyable and adds a bit of familiarity in an often unfamiliar world.
But sometimes you wish you could impress your fellow backpackers with your awesome taste in music. And to do that, you’ll need speakers. However, there’s a dilemma. If you want good sound quality, you’ll have to sacrifice weight and room. If you go for a small speaker, it usually sounds terrible. Enter the Franklin Roadie.
First things first: Negative ghost rider, I definitely did not read or watch that garbage. I don’t plan to either and this review pretty much confirmed my suspicions. Not to mention, Julia Roberts flat out annoys me and the only movie I liked of hers was Erin Brockovich.
No, my Utila version of that sappy ass story was more along the lines of Dive, Explore, Party.
I’ve found that the more I travel, the more I realize how fortunate I have it. Even in our modern world, many places still lack running water and electricity. There are places where you’ll find kids without shoes playing in garbage lined streets; see dozens of people living in cramped, dark tin shacks; and encounter mothers begging for food. It’s a humbling and sobering reminder that there is still a lot of poverty in our world.
But there are ways to help. One of my favorites is Kiva. If you haven’t heard of it by now, Kiva is a non-profit microfinance site that connects lenders (you) with entrepreneurs in developing countries.
When I awoke from my nap, I discovered that only 3 types of people exist late into a rave:
1. Passed out
2. Cracked out
3. Straight up zombies
I looked around and saw dozens of people passed out in the sand. This part of the beach had apparently become a self-designated sleeping zone. I brushed the sand off my back and gathered my bearings. Approximately 50 feet to my left, past the vodka Redbull tent, stood the main stage. I felt the constant “THUMP THUMP THUMP” of the bass and like a fly attracted to light, made my way over to the writhing, sweaty mass of bodies.