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I Love You Little Buddy

You were my shadow for over 12 years, and what a blessing it’s been.
All the laughs and smiles you constructed out of thin air.
Your sense of adventure and love bound with intelligence will never be forgotten.
As I try to wash away the pain with bleach and the mop, I notice your blood still staining the floor.
You were a warrior to the very end and even in your final moments you were willing to follow.
Your gentle eyes and never ending love and affection can attest to your story.

Vamos Ace!

Ready to Go

Ace's Friend the Pig

Ace and Robin Hood

Enjoying the Breeze

Enjoying the Breeze

Nap With Nagolbud

Nagolbud's Dog
I love you Ace, and look on the bright side, now we can walk anywhere without the leash. Even that fancy ass beach with the no dogs allowed sign.

You’re free now. Für Immer Libre. See you on the other side.


Lost At Sea

Setting sail on a beautiful new journey,
From the top of a wave I realize I’m never returning,
The world around me shrinks down to what’s present,
As the wind picks up my adventure will never relent.

Smiling ear to ear as the pain is tucked away,
Forgetting about the past and future rapidly,
Looking into the horizon as the sun climbs its ladder,
Failing to realize I’m all alone in this matter.

As I reach open ocean isolation starts to creep in,
Wondering what I’m doing I take a peak back,
Only to see a city on fire with zombies on the march,
As they devour every living soul the sky starts to turn black.

Land locked by the masses my mind starts to cave in,
I take a new heading and alter the sail,
Deep ocean we’re coming as my patience wears thin,
Picking up speed as we ditch unnecessary cargo.

Cutting through the water our movement becomes largo,
Turning on auto pilot we prepare for the coming adventure,
Working up a sweat near the tropics hoping to not get calenture,
Jumping in the ocean to keep my cool as the sun reaches the ceiling.

Wondering why so many choose to live in the city,
The very thought of my freedom being so lonely,
As my joy slides across the ice it’s stopped by the goalie,
Laughing in my face like an invasion of the soviet army.

At the helm steering my vessel in the direction of freedom,
Noticing a storm on the horizon with a wall of destruction,
As the world flashes before my eyes it starts to close in,
Gathering my gear I prepare for the battle.

As lighting punches the water it starts to erupt,
Waves the size of skyscrapers start to corrupt,
My boat is losing integrity as it takes another upper cut,
Disoriented and confused as the hull takes one to the gut.

As reality sets in I make a run for the emergency raft,
Collecting my supplies I’m left to wonder how it happened,
As water shorts out the power my survival becomes blackened,
Screaming MAYDAY would do nothing but attract local sharks.

Climbing into the raft I take one last look,
As the ocean steals my boat like a thief in the night,
My heart starts to sink as the storm begins to fade,
Knowing now I couldn’t handle the fight.

Dehydration and exhaustion begin to attack,
Wishing I had stuffed one more water bottle into my pack,
Wondering if anyone will find me my soul starts to drown,
Looking back on my life with nothing but a frown.

As the days pass by it gets harder to push on,
Having no control over the current situation,
I spark up my last joint over looking creation,
Praying for a miracle I stare at the sun.

Healing a Cut Overnight With Zip Ties and Twisty Ties

From paper cuts to knife cuts it’s always a painful experience. One trick I’ve learned on the road has keep me from infection while providing me with overnight repairs. I used to cover my wounds with a an infection aid (band aid) with some healing and anti infection ointment but when you realize this only prepares an environment for strong bacteria you start to think outside the box. Infection aside sometimes the worst part about a deep cut is the piercing pain that shoots through your entire body as it throbs out more blood. Using practical house hold items however you can avoid all of this and even offer some better solutions to larger cuts when used practically.

Zip ties and twisty ties are found all over the place. I keep both in my spare parts bin and also in my bag. One day I was cutting up some Chaca (tree bark) to make a tea to bath in after encountering chechen all over my body. That’s a tale for another time however. I sliced my thumb open real bad in the middle of this chechen craze and was in no condition to deal with it. I grabbed a twisty tie and threw it around my thumb and twisted it up. To my surprise the bleeding stopped immediately. The piercing pain was gone almost completely. Not only that but the entire wound wasn’t covered so I could easily apply hydrogen peroxide or another remedy for infections. This added with air exposure made the wound heal up rather nice over night. Even applying pressure it wouldn’t open back up. A couple doses of hydrogen peroxide and this deep cut was nothing more than a surface wound over night. Zip ties work the same way, with the ability to combine them to cover an arm or leg cut. This allow you to create a tight repair without cutting off circulation. Here are some photos to show the effectiveness.

Healing a Deep Cut Overnight Healing a Deep Cut Overnight

Narcissistic Mothers In Mexico

It sure looks like feminism and controlling women have dominated society. Especially in mother mary worship catholic land like Latin America. Women can do no wrong. I regularly see little boys beaten while girls are smiled at for the same trouble making.
I see fat women everywhere in Latin America complaining on their cell phones and tiny little skinny dudes pedaling on 3 wheel bikes. Narcissistic mothers have essentially destroyed every aspect of dating and relationships in a lot of these places. From controlling young women into the same patterns, or going to college, they miss out on the chance to be courted by a young man.
Mean while those same mothers are cuddling 15 year old boys on the bus and holding their hands everywhere… essentially turning them into future doormats for some other narcissistic protege. It’s a cycle really, and it’s what happens when women are given “equal” rights. They dominate society and over time it collapses.
Happened in thousands of places in history as well, as it repeats itself. The stories of Jezebel, or Deliliah, come to mind from the Bible.
Not to mention the super controlling mothers that seem to almost sexually molest / abuse their children even in public on the combi bus system. Watching a young man be groped and kissed by his grandma for 20 minutes was one of the most disturbing experiences I’ve witnessed.

Stop Being a Bitch

It’s understandable why so many live in fear, as they listen to the main stream media and fake news their normalcy is adjusted to ludicrousy. They don’t question or discern anything they hear, but rather formulate opinion based on conformity bias. Never even stopping to think about the longevity of their life style. Never thinking about the consequences of their very own actions.
Whether working 5 days a week cheering from your cubical as hump day becomes your only source of excitement based on an age old sexual innuendo relieving you of your depression for a moment as you wait for Friday. This cycle repeats of course because your thought process has remained the same. Your identity is based on an illusion that continues to disappoint you.
Life flies by as you continue climbing the ladder in hopes of reaching success based on what society has taught you. Never understanding that this society you care to impress, is nothing more than a narcissistic father watching you jump through hoops as you waste away on trivial pursuits of materialism or pride. All in hopes of appeasing those that wish to see you fail regardless of your own heart, leaving your identity behind as you give part.
Wondering why life is so boring as you live under the security blanket of society and all its plunders. Stealing resources from all the 3rd world countries just to live like a queen in the moment, you forget how to achieve anything real. As your boss claps as you swallow up another company in a merger, all for some profits and approval. Is it really a wonder or rather the consequences of your very own choices.

Society Is Fake Dont Conform Zombie Apocalypse

You look on and get jealous of anyone doing something real because you, yourself, are scared. You’re filled with fear and anxiety from a society that would have you dead in a ditch before it let you become an individualist. The reality is you were just being a little bitch. A conformist saluting the statue of society as you shine their boots and collect approval from your master. All along clapping as you admire.
Like any hobby or passion, whether it be adventure or music, you’re always limited by one simple factor. Following the trend or jumping through circles instead of creating your own, you fail to realize what’s really important in any journey. Coming to the realization that you can create from either perspective opens the door, but remains a choice in the end. Whether or not your faith endures will fall on each warrior in the face his own dragon.

YouTube and Instagram Travelers

After coming home from a day at the beach in Bacalar, Mexico this was really triggering on my mind. For an entire day I watched Instagram’ers take photo after photo on the dock stretching out into Lake Bacalar. One of the most beautiful lakes in the world, yet, these “travelers” were more concerned with how they looked in their photo than actually experiencing it them selves. Some girls would walk out on the 40 meter dock with heels on looking like a total moron just to get a picture (that most likely didn’t even show the heels). They would take videos and set them selves in 20 different poses as their beta male boyfriend snapped 50 photos for each social media network, including Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, Tumblr, YouTube, ect. These fools would follow these girls around all day taking photos of them, and again, never even experiencing the lake itself. Most of these people never even touched the water.

I hopped out of the water for a bit to grab some food and some beers, look over, and see some dumbass in his van flying a drone around the beach. Keep in mind this is a place of around 50-100 people, super chill, super natural, even the roof is made from thatch. Here’s this douche bag sitting in his 50k+ van flying his 2k+ drone about 10ft above everyone as they try to enjoy their day with family on the little public beach. Guy never touched the water, never said anything to anyone, simply used everyone on scene as his personal money machine. These travelers take these videos with no expectation to help the locals, or do a single thing for them, simply to use them as free actors in their narcissistic YouTube plot of fame and success. As they buy views on content ideas stolen from other channels to promote their own money hungry agenda or delusion of “success” on YouTube. Not to mention how annoying these drones are, with their little buzzing noise constantly; again, wanting to take my .22 and shoot it out of the sky. (For those that have followed me long enough, you know I have taken a few shots at government drones in the USA).

These social media travelers are the same to use hostels, air b n b, or couch surfing as their free ride liberal hotel cruiser. (Another reason I stopped using it.) These liberal morons will show up thinking they are entitled to your house, that you are simply there to cater to them, their vacation, and their YouTube success. Rarely ever meeting someone of substance from any of these avenues I slowly removed them from my life. Social media, especially YouTube, has become the breeding grounds for narcissists and sociopaths to beg for money. They hide behind the facade of adventurer when they are simply using it as an excuse to fulfill their delusion. Donate to my Patreon so I can buy a drone and show you stupid angles of something irrelevant when you could literally pay less money than the drone is even worth, fly your happy ass to Cancun for $200 bucks, take an ADO to Bacalar for $15 bucks, and literally swim in the lake yourself. Something this $2,000 drone operator didn’t even experience.

Keep that in mind next time you donate to some liberal yuppies Patreon, a year of your $15 subscription to their Patreon you could have literally went to that location yourself, experienced it yourself, and most likely lived it up far more so than this YouTube idiot parroting what they heard, rather than what they lived. I’ve seen these same types complain about “corruption” in Mexico as they drive a 50k+ van through the country with electronics and gear that would make any poor thief excited. They wonder why they need to “pay bribes” and get harassed. Which reminds me of a story from Bacalar, about when I saw an American taking photos and I told him to take photos it cost 20 peso. He didn’t even question me, he just reached into his bag for money. I’m a white dude.. and my Spanish pronunciation is terrible. Yet he still believed me. This raises my point, I caught him off guard and he was a nice guy, and it was hilariously funny, but it exemplified why you deserve to be taken advantage of if you are not aware of your surroundings. If you are flaunting your money while showing no respect for the locals, you deserve every bit of it.

Society Is Fake Dont Conform Zombie Apocalypse

If you are traveling and the first thing that comes to mind is to take video and photos for social media perhaps you’re doing it for the wrong reason. If your intention is to make money off of people as you create creepy voyeuristic videos to post online to make money you should be robbed. Shit even as a gringo I’d think about punching you in the face and stealing your drone just to smash it. Not because I’m jealous, or that I want one, rather I’m sick of these retards posting their travel “help” online when it’s fabricated bullshit not based in reality, rather a simple ruse for money grabbing. So next time someone is giving you advice about travel, or adventure, just keep in mind they’re most likely a social media moron that never truly even experienced the location they visited. Keep in mind they probably acted, dressed, and flaunted their tourism to the point where it became annoying even for the laid back Mayan. For in reality, I watch this happen every time I’m in a tourist area.

For the record, I walked through most of Mexico and have been here many years now. I have never paid a bribe, I have never been harassed, I have never been fucked with, nothing. I have enjoyed every hospitality of the Mexican people in every way and truly enjoy the culture and life style of the Mayans’. This includes walking down the most dangerous highways in the country.. where I was fed by what I think were narcos in a huge dump truck. 5 or 6 dudes got out and offered me food and drink for me and my dog. That’s reality. Not the bullshit these rich snobby entitled travelers sell you as they try and get rich and famous for “traveling” on social media. Traveling isn’t even a fricken hobby, nor a skill, yet these idiots think they deserve a full fledged income from it.

Average Day on the Yucatán Peninsula

After living in Mexico for quite a while over all, it’s quite funny to read the headlines from the USA in Mexico. The fear mongering and media created delusions become quite obvious. Turning a small time gang shooting into a nationwide, several nationwide, full out murder bomb genocide fest. I have literally walked all over Mexico without any threat at all. Whether on the beach or in a dark alley, in general Mexico is quite peaceful.
I’m not including the mega cities in Mexico here as those are just as dangerous as any other big city but the rest of Mexico is very beautiful. With beaches, waterfalls, and crystal clear lakes all for your enjoyment. The average day living here is met with sweet bread, sweet corn, fruits, furniture, and just about anything else you could imagine delivered in the streets by bicycle.
People stopping on every corner to chat up their buddy and maybe buy a beer. I won’t get into the politics of the country because this is touching on the beauty and average day in Mexico. Men are working hard at maintaining the city, building, and repairing old mistakes. Most have a smile on their face as they chat with their buddies enjoying some good old fashion Sol. The skies are almost always blue and the jungle always green. No one has an appointment to important for a sidewalk chat and often times I find myself being the busy body instead of everyone around me.
The breeze is often times the loudest thing you’ll hear as you look out and notice the palm trees waving in the wind. The neighborhood’s dogs collect on the corner for their morning meet and greet as the early risers look for some breakfast. Everyone you walk passed gives you a buenas diez as you make your way to the Oxxo. No one will argue about how tranquilo, it really is here in Mexico. They often times ask me about Trump and his wall and we all laugh as we lay back in our hammocks with some Jose Cuervo. This was reconfirmed by meeting many on the same trip as me, in a disagreement with what the American Dream was supposed to be.
People think Mexico is a cartel shoot out but the reality is, it’s quite peaceful. I walk around at any time of the night and feel safer than same sized cities in the USA. Not that I felt scared there but I certainly feel more at ease here, minus the random dog that gives chase; but standing your ground and they always just run away. All in all your day on the Peninsula will most likely be enjoyable, compared to the strict and authoritarian neighbor. So come out to Mexico and hop on your dirt bike, cruise out to the local cenote, and see how dangerous it really is.

Living Outside the Box is Dangerous

Looking back on the time before I left, many friends and family were the opposite of supportive. Many had tall tales of my death at the hands of the cartel. Some said I’d be back, and others were simply indifferent. In general the theme of their words maintained the story line of fear. They projected their own fears onto me when they tried to picture them selves doing the same thing.
I actually had only one friend that showed any sort of support at all and it was tied with the expression that I would return one day. Every single other person threw up their 5 gallon bucket of non-sense on every aspect of my adventure. This projection is a toxic thing and often times can keep someone from chasing after their dream. If I wasn’t so stubborn and adventurous I might have heeded some of their warnings.
The reality is though, not a single one of their warnings came to be. Every single time I was without food, it was provided. When I went without water, it was given to me. When I needed a place to sleep, I found one. There was never really any doubt in my adventure as far as safety. I can honestly say not one time did I ever feel threatened in any way. Especially in Mexico, the USA is a bit shadier in the cities whereas Mexico, other than Mexico City itself, is rather peaceful.
I was prepared though, with knives and other defensive objects as I was on my adventure but often times found myself never needing them. Not even close. My expectations of could be trouble never materialized. The fear that they had pumped into me never showed itself. In fact, it was the exact opposite the entire time. Fear of having to pay bills, gone. Fear of getting another speeding ticket, gone. Fear of not paying credit debts, gone. Fear of losing my job, gone. Fear of my insurance being valid, gone. Fear of losing my stuff, gone. Fear of economic collapse, gone. All my fears had vanished upon starting this adventure. No matter how big or small they completely vanished.
Looking back now, I kind of laugh at all the remarks that were made to me. Some of those still to this day ignore me when I extend a greeting. As if they can’t even speak to me because my life literally contradicts all of their delusions. They feel guilt for pushing their fear and deep down they know they are truly a coward so they remain silent. They don’t have the balls to admit what they did was childish or own up to it. They simply ignore and continue their delusion.
Living in this box of fear is a scary place to be, and many times those fears are what keep us inside it. People project theirs onto you in hopes of keeping you inside this box, with no consideration for you.
Living in this box of guilt is a scary place to be, and many times those guilts are what keep us inside it. People manipulate others to remain at their beck and call, limiting you to their intentions.
Living in this box of doubt is a scary place to be, and many times those doubts are what keep us inside it. People say faith in Jesus Christ is a cage but the reality is, my faith is what got me through that door, and in fear, I’ll live no more.

Communication Without Language

When I first arrived in Mexico I didn’t speak any Spanish. I really didn’t plan on going there and had actually been trying to learn Vietnamese when I made the rash decision to head for Latin America / Central America instead. Checking out Belize was one of the selling points as I could literally just walk there instead of having to fly over a few oceans with my pup. The walk seemed like the logical choice, like Forest Gump but with a lot of weed tea and belly rubs.
I really don’t remember the mentality I had when I headed out for a Spanish speaking country not knowing a lick of espanol. I just knew I’d be fine. When I arrived it all began. How to communicate without language. It was a swift learning curve that required imagination and acting a fool. Sometimes I had no choice but to act out the word I was trying to describe, and I can tell you how funny this is from both sides. Having a random gringo in your town where there are literally no white people trying to act out words like charades on the corner of a busy intersection leaves your pride behind.
Learning how to read peoples body language and facial expressions was key to my literal survival. When I needed something it was only achieved through one of these methods, whether it be hand gestures, acting, or full on charades. Almost like the dancing of communication. The body and expressions reveal far more than the words themselves and often times I found myself having full on conversations without understanding the language itself. At all. Did I miss some things? Did they? Of course, but these conversations are some of the most potent I’ve ever had.
How could this even be possible? How could you have better conversation without language itself. I’ve noticed when I speak to people in English it’s much easier for them to trail off or put focus on their phone. People have a very short attention span and without a reason to stay in tune they lose interest. There’s no focus, there’s no understanding, and there is truly a lack of communication skills in society. For example, walking and riding all over you start watching people with more insight, especially in a country you don’t speak the language. You notice little things and big things much easier, and the communication skills of women in both the USA and Mexico is very poor.
Typically the men are communicative, expressive, and easy to speak with. Women however, make all kinds of assumptions, create delusions, have a hard time carrying on basic conversation, can’t express themselves creatively. They receive all this attention online but can’t have a basic friendly conversation with a stranger. It’s quite sad, whether they pretend to use their phone, pretend there is something interesting happening on the ground a foot in front of them, or literally ignore my greeting.
When I found myself having these conversations, with mostly men, we were both in tune to the conversation itself. We wanted to know what the other was saying and had genuine interest in each other and the goals of the conversation. The words them selves become meaningless when you engage in real conversation. No language requires focus on the gestures, facial expressions, and personality of the person to help solve the puzzle of communication. I think when it comes down to it modern women don’t care to know you or your personality. Only what you can do for them. Often times the first question I was asked by Mexican women is what I did for a living. Other than that the conversation was dead.
This is based on personal experience, and traveling several thousand miles by foot and bus alone. Meeting hundreds and thousands of people along the way in the real world. Communication without language is easy, if you actually care to have the conversation.
As I write this I can imagine all the weird and strange looks I’ve received from women trying to have a basic conversation without language. Whereas very rarely would a Mexican man treat me like this, in fact, would have no problem throwing out his own pride, trying his English with my Spanish to have a decent conversation. Not one time did they treat me poorly for my communication skills. I actually smile thinking of all the funny times I’ve had with random Mexican men, no homo, their humor and personality, it didn’t even compare to the blood sucking crab in the bucket of their work bicicleta. I seen it! Those hard working Mexican men busting their butt so the fat angry bitter women can ride in the cart.
So the moral of the story is, if you actually care about the people you are conversating with, communication with no language is very easy and quite fun. If you don’t care about other people, it will be very difficult for you to function in that environment, making you feel uncomfortable and out of place. Opening yourself up to this personally, taught me more about body language and communication than four years in college. Not only that but I am learning another language as well as my body language and communication skills; for free while swimming in beautiful lakes and oceans.. let that sink in while you study for your next exam, or check your Facebook for likes, or turn on another predictive programming tele vision animation.

Best Way to Travel Cheap as an Adventrepeneur

Many times people make the mistake of thinking you need to be rich in order to travel, but often times that’s not the case. For some people this can be true, if you wish to stay in fancy hotels and fly first class but if you don’t mind a little adventure there are ways to accomplish the task of getting from point A to point B and have a heck of a lot of fun in between.
When it comes to traveling cheap there are three main areas that need to be covered. Food, sleep, and adventure. Often times in the adventure itself you can meet all of these requirements no problem, it just takes a little thinking outside the box.
When it comes to food on the road there are many ways to find it cheaply, and sometimes even gourmet food untouched. If you are ever downtown in any city often times you will find people leaving the restaurant with an entire meal untouched inside a container. Simply asking if they are going to eat it and often times they will give it too you! Most of the time this food just get’s thrown away but in this scenario they get a sweet story and feel good about helping someone out and you get a bomb meal for free!
Another way of getting free food is by going into places and literally asking. Often times you can come out with at least a free ice cream cone from places like McDonalds. The key is to have a smile and a story and in most cases people will hook you up! This goes both ways for rides too, often times gas station workers would help me find a ride after talking to them for a while. People like to help out and it gives them a story as well.
Opening up to people and being real is the best way to get a home cooked meal too! Often times people would just invite me for a meal or cook one them selves after a conversation turned into an hour long talk. People are bored with the lives we are forced to live and their curiosity brings them out of their shell. This is when you get to have some really cool conversations with some awesome people with a free meal as well!
If you’re not too picky you can literally sleep anywhere. Literally. If you have a nice wool blanket this makes it even easier. The same concepts apply here as when searching for food. When you open up to people and have real conversations they are actually likely to invite you to stay with them. This is one reason I stopped using CouchSurfing because the real adventures I’d have with people I meet along the way were always more crazy and fun than anything that could be planned. I found myself sleeping in the back of a pickup truck on an air mattress for five hours with my dog as we went through the long stretches of Texas.
Other times you can offer a little bit of money and people will open up their yard or extra room as well. This is one way you can get both a cheap meal and place to stay by simply offering a little bit of money. It helps everyone out and it’s more of a conversation opener than an actual proposition. People are always looking for a good story!
The key to all of this is the adventure. When you open yourself up to the locals and their adventures, you find yourself on secluded beaches playing soccer, climbing through vacant cities on the ocean, or jumping from rocks over a cenote. When you stop planning and start adventuring you find you really don’t need much money at all. That most of the things you needed money for were things you actually didn’t even need. We make the mistake of bagging our bags full to the top never stopping to imagine that we need space to find new things. New adventures.
By hiding behind the CouchSurfing veil of travel you miss out on all kinds of adventure and it actually costs you more in the long run as you hop from town to town spending money on food, travel, and other things not knowing how to move around cheaply. You waste time on silly things and never really experience the adventure itself. Start being real and traveling cheap comes with it!

Why I Stopped Using CouchSurfing

When I finally decided to leave home I had a CouchSurfing profile set up and ready to go. It was a neat idea and the concept seemed pretty legit, like a Myspace or Facebook for meeting cool people with a couch or extra bed to crash in for a few days while you pass through or hang out in that town. Super cool right?
Well from my experiences it was genuinely a decent time, and even quite fun a few times. Generally though, it was a very fake or controlled experience. Often times the host would have plans for you and other times I felt like I was in their control of what I was able to do or not do. A few of the hosts I stayed with were really cool and this isn’t to knock them at all, they were awesome. A lot of the experiences however were not that fun.
Staying with other people wasn’t to bad though as I could leave whenever I wanted if something was strange. So if I felt uneasy I could leave at anytime and continue my adventure. Hosting however, is another story. This comes from experience and nothing short of it; the men I hosted were all generally friendly, clean, and hospitable. Another big reason to not use CouchSurfing is the adventure itself is so much more fun when you meet and stay with people along the way. I have so many awesome stories from exactly that, where even my CouchSurfing host fell through and I had no place to go. Random people took me in, fed me, gave me a place to sleep. The adventure and stories from those experiences are by far more memorable than anything on CouchSurfing.
I noticed a trend as well on CouchSurfing with the women, roughly 50% were crude, rude, or just disgusting. One was so atrocious I had to record her, turn off the water, electricity, and WiFi, just to get her to leave. After a week of putting up with her crap and having to keep an eye on her son stealing and breaking stuff, it was time to go. (Video below). This girl stole my used soap, my pillow, smeared makeup in the screens, plugged up the toilet with paper, then proceeded to tell her son to pee. Extremely aggressive, rude, and absolutely nuts when confronted.
Another female that stayed with me was extremely feminist liberal college educated opinionated. I was not allowed to have an opinion and if I spoke she would try to argue for hours. She talked about all kinds of female nonsense, rights, and empowerment. How women should be treated equal and then proceeded to leave my house while saying “I had an accident in your bed” as she walked out the door. Always nice to find a big red stain in your sheets, no reimbursement, no attempt to clean it, just a goodbye and have fun.
Many of the women that would show up thinking I was their personal guide, that my home was their hotel, and that I would serve them for their stay. These women were living in an extended delusion as they traveled, claiming to see the world. Many of them were so sheltered and scared of reality they relied solely on CouchSurfing and mooching off others to get by on their travels. They didn’t do it for the adventure or to meet new people, they were there to save on hotel bills and couldn’t care less about you at all. Half the time they’d sit there on their cellphone planning their next host literally doing nothing in the city they claimed to be traveling in. They’d snap a few photos for Facebook and move on to the next guest.
Now the logical conclusion would be to stop hosting females but that was the majority of who was asking for a place to stay. I would say 5 girls for every 1 guy would message me for a place to stay. The real reason though as to why I stopped using CouchSurfing was because when I wrote them an email about the girl that went nuts in my home, in Mexico, you don’t just call the police like you fairies in the USA or Europe, the admins didn’t do anything about it. I had video evidence, I had 2-3 other CouchSurfers verifying it, and yet they didn’t delete her profile. They didn’t suspend her or do anything.
If this was a man in the exact same situation. I can guarantee he would have been banned from CouchSurfing immediately. Even if he had 100+ references and was a fantastic person he would have been banned if he acted like this, having video evidence, and several sources verifying. The fact they literally did nothing and treated me as if I were the bad guy for reporting this and having evidence. This is when I realized CouchSurfing had turned into a free ride for liberals the same way they corrupt everything. They bring their entitled, spoiled, boring personalities with them too.
Another one I forgot to mention was a girl that dragged me out to a “party” that consisted of 10 dudes, her, and me. At first I thought I was going to get jumped, but it turns out it was just her booty call. She brought him home and I proceeded to listen to them fuck while I tried to sleep on the couch literally on the other side of the wall not more than 5 meters away. Ridiculous.

If You Could Have Only One Meal

Many times throughout my travels I would have to go hungry because of the situation, choosing to take a certain path but missing out on the opportunity to eat. I almost always had a meal or two in my pack so it was never a big deal but knowing when to chow down is important on the road.
There has been times where I was stranded at a certain location for a long period of time with literally no choice but to go hungry. You have no options except eat your remaining food or wait it out. From personal experience I have learned that it’s better to not eat and save your food for later. Focus on a task or supplement water or juice instead. You don’t know when you’re next meal will be and in this situation it might not be until the next day.
Having to camp out in random locations or fall asleep under a tree are a normal thing for the adventure traveler and sometimes these locations don’t have a McDonalds or Oxxo. Sometimes they have little traffic as well so you’re left waiting for a ride for an extended period of time. The views and adventures and people you meet along these roads however make it worth the wait.
Imagine yourself in one of these situations as you travel to your next destination. You have some leftover food but find yourself on the back roads looking for a ride. You start to get hungry so you…

A Eat a Little Bit.          B Don’t Eat Anything.


A) take a moment to relax and look through your bag at your one remaining meal. You decide to eat just a little bit and stuff away the rest for later. You continue on your adventure only to find yourself in the middle of no where with little vehicle traffic. It’s mid day now, and you start to get hungry again. You take another break and pull out your remaining food. You take half of whats left and leave the rest for dinner. You continue on and find a nice big tree as the sun sets, with hopes of hearing an engine rumble all you hear are the leaves whistling in the wind. You take a seat under the tree and slowly unpack your things for the night still hopeful of a future ride. You start to get hungry so you finish off the rest of your food, which was only a small amount by this time. You set up camp and lay down for the night. As you close your eyes your stomach starts to call out. You look through your pack one last time hopeful of a granola bar or cookie. Of course there is nothing left and you lay back down for one terrible time trying to fall asleep. You wake up in the morning hungry, upset, sleepy, but you do find a ride headed where you need that morning.

B) take a moment to relax and look through your bag at your one remaining meal. You think about the uncertainty of your next meal time so you decide to take a drink of water and carry on looking for a ride. You find yourself in the middle of no where with no traffic at all. It’s mid day now and you start to get really hungry. Your stomach is turning but you know you’ve only got one meal left. Keeping an eye out for fruit trees or bushes of any sort, perhaps even a place to fish could save the day but no luck so far. Hopeful of any berry bush or ride you continue on as you think about the last meal in your pack. You stumble upon a huge tree on the edge of the road as the sun is setting. Deciding it’s the perfect place to camp out you slowly begin setting up camp still hopeful of a good samaritan headed in your direction. The sun is almost down and you hear nothing but the howl of the wind as it spins the trees around you. Hungry as ever you devour your last remaining meal as you pass out as a happy little camper. You wake up a little hungry, but happy, and notice a car headed your way . You hop in and take off.

What is an Adventrepeneur?

To coin a phrase, adventrepeneur. What is it? Well quite simply it’s an adventurer combined with an entrepreneur. Often times people are set on having an office, a daily 9-5 grind, and focus set on climbing the ladder. The reality is though, most services, jobs, and businesses exist in every country in the world. They may be a little different in come concepts but there are still jobs ranging from plumbing to corporate work. Often times I find more opportunity for careers and jobs in other countries than the United States or the Queen’s lands.
The first story that comes to mind when trying to explain this concept is a time I worked at an internet cafe in Matamoros, Mexico. I worked and helped there for about a month while they gave me a place to relax and catch my breath along with free food and bed. I didn’t get rich working at an internet cafe but the benefit of saving money was the payment. The ability to have a safe place with internet to chill out and eat good food while I built up my strength again. It was a mini miracle ending up at this location but the reality is if I did not have these skills the opportunity would not have presented itself.
This is where adventurer meets entrepreneur, when you begin adding skill sets and hobbies to your arsenal that open up your money making game. Being able to plumb, do electrical, build, do computer work, ect. opens the doors to many more opportunities and I learned all of this in less time than I spent in school and college. If I were allowed to legally skip school I would have been even farther ahead. If someone would have shown me that college and the school system were a big fat lie when I was 7 or so I’d have so many skills and hobbies under my belt. The education system robbed me of almost 20 years of my life. In less than 5 years I have learned how to do so many different skills and techniques that couldn’t even compare to the minimal knowledge learned in college. Like how to hold my booze.
Not only did I spend all that time and money in the school system but the skills I learned outside college are what actually made me money I was proud of. I didn’t have to sit in an office all day working for another degree holding idiot with no common sense, logic, or creative thinking. I was able to go anywhere and do anything. I could be a plumber in Arkansas for a year. I could be a roofer in Argentina for another. I could do internet marketing and web design in Cancun. It goes on an on. The ability to move and adventure tied together with entrepreneurism.
Just trying to imagine where I would be if I was not forced into the education system. If I had a strong leader and not a bunch of worthless government workers trying to manipulate me. It’s hard to say, it really is a kick in the nuts. Our entire life is forced down our throats and we don’t even question it. We just take everything we are taught as scripture. That it has to be fact because a school taught it.
Overcoming this is the essence of an adventrepeneur. To start collecting knowledge and hobbies instead of money and materialistic items is to really grow and learn. By the time you hit 30 you’d have more life experience than most, while obtaining limitless skills along the way. Imagine your ability to stop and open a business anywhere on the plane after living this way. The ability to make friends and create business where ever you go. Learning and seeing what works, and what doesn’t in the real world. The local hot dog guy that has sales all night probably makes more than the fancy place next door after paying employees and the bills. Anywhere in the world has bicycle repair shops. Everywhere has growing lawns that need to be trimmed. Most cities have garbage collection. Most people love listening to music as they eat or hang out in the park.
The problem most people make is basing their success on money and profit. By their possessions and goods. Sitting on an ant hill of possessions doesn’t compare to the bumble bee that goes from flower to flower creating rich honey along the way. You do not have to make billions to be a successful or intelligent entrepreneur.
Another misconception people make is that you need tons of money to travel. The reality is if you had a skill set that was ever expanding you wouldn’t have to worry about it. You wouldn’t have to worry about your next job, your next paycheck, because you know that you can go out and find something to pay the bills. You wouldn’t be afraid to speak your mind because if you got fired you’d simply find another job or create one. I went from the top of the USA to Mexico for very little money helping and working with people along the way. Sometimes with a simply story people felt repaid for helping you along the way.
All these skills come together to be the best possible schooling for a young business owner or future entrepreneur. The ability to make a fool of yourself in another language as you try and communicate. The ability to make small deals and bargains along the way to benefit everyone. The insight of seeing real people doing real things. The knowledge of finding yourself and what really drives you. Accepting yourself for who you are and accepting your faults for what they are. None of which is taught in any school.

An Important Pack Item for the Adventure Traveler

The wool blanket. Need I say more? Well I will because it’s by far one of my favorite items in my pack. It enables me to do many more things than your typical blanket while also being much easier to maintain and keep clean. The benefits of wool are endless if you can get over the scratchy feel of it. (Which I have a few tricks to help with that as well). It provides you with much more than just the warmth of a blanket and in dire times it can prove to be quite the life saver.
The obvious uses for the wool blanket are for sleeping and warmth. This can be achieved with a number of items but the wool blanket offers you so much more. I remember a time when I was hitchhiking out of mid Texas and it started to get late. Real late. I had no place to stay and had some extra spending cash so I decided I’d book my first hotel on the trip to clean up and get a good nights rest. Well as I was walking along the hotel strip every hotel I tried to go to was booked solid. Every single one.
I ventured on with Ace, stopping at a few food stands along the way to regain some fuel. It grew to early morning and still no luck. I tried at least 20-30 different hotels in this shady-ish area. Finally! I found one with vacancy. The problem was however they didn’t allow dogs. I decided I had to sleep. Instead, I ventured on. I noticed Ace getting extremely tired as we were coming upon a giant commercial complex. I wasn’t sure what was on the other side and a lame ass security guard was already staring me down as we poked along.
Even after getting around the corner he continued to stalk us but once we got on the other side it was pretty much wilderness with a few more hotels in the area. With one last ditch effort I tried the remaining but no luck was to be found. This is when I threw in the towel and looked for the next best option. As I wiggled my way into the forest behind the hotel it got pretty dirty so I looked for another spot. I found a nice quiet area behind a huge dumpster on the back side of the parking lot. It had a huge wall encasing the dumpster with trees and a fence behind it.
There wasn’t a view from the hotel and it was a quiet little clean spot. The problem however was it covered with small sticks. This was no problem for the wool blanket! I won’t say I got a good nights rest but it kept me from having an even worse night. It was a true life saver in a dire time of need. As Ace and I cuddled up for the night we stayed toasty warm and enjoyed the tranquility of life behind the dumpster.
I thought to myself what a cop would even say if they caught me. I had money for a room, but no room was available. What’s a man to do? Pull out his wool blanket and have a good sleep! Unfortunately there was a car dealership on the other side of the fence and they came into work quite early. They didn’t spot us but we woke up and continued our journey.
This is one example of when the wool blanket saved me for a truly terrible night. With a regular blanket just sitting there would have been awful after 10 minutes. When you add in the other benefits of the wool blanket like staying warm when wet and the ability to self clean itself in the rain offers the traveler a good advantage compared to a regular blanket. The don’t tend to hold nasty smells either like other blankets can.
There are a few down sides to the wool blanket though. It is a bit bulky and heavy. There is really no way around that. I roll mine up super tight and tight it to the bottom of my backpack and it works out really well. When I sit down it gives my butt a nice cushion too. I decided it was well worth the cargo space and weight for me and truly love the ability to get down and dirty with this blanket, throw it out in the rain, and it’s like brand new!
Putting it in the rain is one way to help remove some of the scratch from your blanket but if you have a washer and dryer another good way to do this is by washing it with soft t shirt materials. Many fabrics give off tiny strands and material and the wool blanket seems to actually velcro these tiny fibers. Between washing it down and this process it seems to really soften it up. (It could be in my head but it certainly seems to work).