Got my backpack. Got my guitar. I'm trying to find the train station and getting lost in the process. I ask people but no one understands English. There's a man outside his shop sitting at a table. He looks at me and says the only word he knows in English. "Beer?" Yes, please. So I sit down with him and all his friends and we start sipping down suds. We had delightful conversation for an hour despite not being able to speak each others language. I draw a picture of some train tracks and they tell me how to get to the train station and wrote the word down so I can show people if I get lost again. 4 beers down as I get up, they stop me and gave me a stone with a ... read more

Goa is famous world round as an international party hub. Raves and trance music bellow throughout the night -- usually. Despite it's reputation, we hit Goa in the lowest part of the low season. Monsoons had blanketed Goa with grey clouds and harsh windy rains. Nonetheless there is a deep Portuguese history in the soil of Goa. Alice and I visited several old Portuegese heritage centers -- blah blah blah. Highlights (check it) ------- We rented a motorscooter and drove through crazy Indian traffic (legally drive on the left. reality drives preferably on pavement but dirt is acceptable as well.) It is not uncommon to find a truck over take a truck over take a truck on a two-lane highway while dodging oncoming traffic. Despite the creative driving, Goa was so beyond wet and rainy that ... read more

Walking down the streets of Delhi, a man comes up to me and asks if I'd like to get my ears cleaned. Since I couldn't remember the last time I had'em cleaned, I figured why not? Now, I don't feel like my ears are particularly dirty, but the amount of gunk he pulled out of it was incredible. Gobs of wax. Icky icky gobs. He dug in so deep that it felt like he was tickling my brain. And at 10 rupees a ear I was getting the deluxe service and quality customer care one would expect of a professional ear cleaner. This is what India has been for me. It's been a string of vignettes about strange cultural experiences that make me feel awkward or without words. By the end, it's not that I'm over ... read more

Step off plane into oven heat. Get a laser put to my head to see if I have the Disease. Walk into a crowd of black and white dish-dashes, burkas, dresses and robes. BOOM! Get covered in confetti and glitter--- Welcome to Kuwait City! But wait a second Pete what you doing? Where you going? Que pasa? Well, I decided that was that with Latin American and I need to keep my feet moving. So I hopped on the next plane to India, which so happened made a stop in Kuwait. Being that I didn't know much of anything about Kuwait, except there was a big storm there 17 years ago, and that no on ever "visits" Kuwait, I just had to spend some time there. So I catch a ride into town to see what ... read more

Was traveling with a friend from Peru for a few days in Bolivia when he said to me, "Hey, Pedro. I´m going to Argentina today. Want to come?" Never been there before... "Vamos!" So on a whim we went to Argentina for the next leg of the adventure. Omar (de Peru) and I started our adventure in the Salt plains of Bolivia. When we crossed the boarder we had enlarged our entourage to one kid from Denmark and two girls from Australia. We were becoming a very interesting travel group. We took the overnight bus from the frontier to Salta, the nearest big city in Argentina. The ride was as comfortable as could be until about 4 in the morning hit and we were pulled over for a drug raid. They chucked all the bags out ... read more