I Am a Traveler and So Can You

October 16th, 2012, 17:30
In the Toronto airport, panic strikes. Hard. I’ve been sitting here with Odin, my big orange backpack, for about 5 hours. In hindsight a ten hour layover in Canada wasn’t the greatest idea. And the next one in Frankfurt probably wont be great either. Fear fogs my vision while I stumble-run into the cold sterile bathroom with Odin weighing me down. As I slam through the door, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, flushed face and all. Reality hits. I’m going to India. Alone. With no planning whatsoever. For an obscene amount of time. Six months. Half a year. Is this too much? Should I quit halfway? Make it two months instead? Did I bring enough money? Am I wrongly trusting strangers? Are these people I found on couchsurfing going to kidnap me or rob me or kill me? What the hell was I thinking? This is a mistake. I’m stupid. This was wrong.
All of these thoughts and more strike me all at once and fly around my head. And I haven’t even left North America yet.

Day 2: Riding in the back of a pick-up truck in the crazy streets of Chennai, delivering donations to an orphanage, during a thunderstorm.
Day 2: Riding in the back of a pickup truck in Chennai, delivering donations to an orphanage, during a thunderstorm.

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I Am a Traveler

October 16th, 2012, 17:30
In the Toronto airport, panic strikes. Hard. I’ve been sitting here with Odin, my big orange backpack, for about 5 hours. In hindsight a ten hour layover in Canada wasn’t the greatest idea. And the next one in Frankfurt probably wont be great either. Fear fogs my vision while I stumble-run into the cold sterile bathroom with Odin weighing me down. As I slam through the door, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, flushed face and all. Reality hits. I’m going to India. Alone. With no planning whatsoever. For an obscene amount of time. Six months. Half a year. Is this too much? Should I quit halfway? Make it two months instead? Did I bring enough money? Am I wrongly trusting strangers? Are these people I found on couchsurfing going to kidnap me or rob me or kill me? What the hell was I thinking? This is a mistake. I’m stupid. This was wrong.
All of these thoughts and more strike me all at once and fly around my head. And I haven’t even left North America yet.

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Evolution of a Traveler


Traveling has a profound ability to change a person in many ways. It can give you a new outlook on the world and its cultures, make you learn new skills and, if you do it right, push yourself to the limits. But long-term travel can also change you physically. You’ve seen what it can do to a passport. Whether it’s a beard, hair, sun damage, or weight gain/loss, something is bound to evolve.

To test this, I took a picture of myself every week for my 6 month backpacking trip through India. Be on the lookout for only five shirts (but mostly my Lululemon Metal Vent Tech shirt), two beards, and no haircuts.

On my return, people said that I aged 5 years. See for yourself.

Introducing the Evolution of a Traveler:

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Evolution of a Passport

While traveling in another country, it’s often a good idea to carry your passport at all times in a safe and secure location. Just in case anything happens, you have immediate access to this important document.

The following is what happens when you carry around your brand new passport in your back pocket everyday for 6 months in India.

Introducing the Evolution of a Passport:

While traveling in another country, it’s often a good idea to carry your passport at all times in a safe and secure location. Just in case anything happens, you have immediate access to this important document.

The following is what happens when you carry around your brand new passport in your back pocket everyday for 6 months in India.

Introducing the Evolution of a Passport:

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