Patagonia, 2015 [2/3]
The next morning we took a walk up to the border guards in hope of some information regarding the arrival of the boat. The guards greeted me cheerfully from their warm quarters before announcing the news I’d been dreading – the boat wasn’t coming the next day but the following Friday. It was Thursday, which meant we were stuck there for another seven days in absolutely nowhere. My mind jumped straight into the food contents of my panniers, I took a visual tour of the supplies I had left as I stood soaked in the reception area trying to piece together their words in Spanish. “Como Titanic!” one guard said happily – the boat was broken and we had no choice but to wait for as long as it took to fix it.
A couple of weeks previous to meeting Devin and Allison, I had been robbed in Mendoza and, along with a few of my possessions, my passport had been taken too. I had to process an emergency one that only allowed me to pass through five countries and I couldn’t re-enter a country once I had exited it. This meant that I couldn’t even turn back to El Chalten if I wanted to which, I absolutely didn’t after the treacherous border crossing we’d endured for the past couple of days.
Returning to a small derelict hut we’d found, we prepared ourselves for a long week ahead by collecting a huge pile of wood for fire and rationing food. We participated in small tasks to pass the time away: bike maintenance, fishing, diary writing, a lot of reading, diving into the ice cold glacial water and lusting over the beers we’d be enjoying once we made it across the lake!
Two boats leaned into each other, as they floated on the same turbulent waters. Looking at this gave me a whole new understanding of the phrase ‘finding shore’. You will not always find land to anchor to, sometimes you will take support from another floating boat much like yourself. ~
Hope your Monday brings you that feeling of being anchored 🛶⚓️ ~
Scene from #chiloe#island#chile
Story from the road...
I was in need of a restroom in the small town we visited today so I went into a coffee/antique/little bit of everything shop. It was required that I order a drink before I could be given passage to the facilities. I looked over the drink menu determined to order something out of the ordinary. I was given directions to the restroom, "down the steps and to the right". I began to journey down a very old, unsteady stairway into a basement. Thinking of every scary movie I have seen. Texted my sister that it was the scariest bathroom EVER!! Climbed back up the stairs, found my drink order and the lady at the counter said she wanted to see my face when I tasted my...JALAPENO LEMONADE. Being from Texas, I'm used to spicy, let's just say it's definitely a sipper not a guzzle.
Chilling at over 4000m, holding back the floods of tears as I leave Tajikistan.
My favourite country so far, absolutely love this place, both the mountains and the people.
I say I'll go back to loads of places, but this is one place I'll definitely come back to.
I'm now in Kyrgyzstan and it is getting coldddd.
See you later Tajikistan!
These cheeky little fellas wouldn't let me past without a big fat hello, knowing my name and how I was feeling.
Sometimes it is nice to feel small.
These shepherds have a hard life tending to their flocks as winter draws near, we spent one night in a little stone shepherd hut, we had snow coming through the walls and the roof. They even gave us the dinner they cooked for themselves to us. Regardless of what these people have, they are always willing to share it.
MULTIPLE CHINS ARE IN. Happy weekend y'all!
Thanks for capturing the essence of my friendships @duckvaderphoto ❤
We may be stationary while we renovate our new RV, but we couldn’t let today pass without celebrating our Public Lands!⠀
This past year of RV life has brought us to some of the most incredible places this country has to offer. Our public lands are such a gift and treasure, and we’re so thankful for them!⠀
Missing these views today + counting down the days until we get our bootys back out exploring more of this country! Happy Public Lands Day everyone✌🏼🌿 ps the National Parks are free today, so go out and explore!
We made it through the Bartang! What a place!
Spent 2 weeks chilling all the way up the valley, while being surrounded by spectacular mountains.
The most beautiful place I've ever been and we were well cared for by the generous families that live in this place.
THAT’LL DO DONKEY THAT’LL DO - Swapped my bike for a donkey to give my legs a break. Lol joke these kids insisted I had a photo with him. I’m in Dushanbe waiting for some new tyres and inner tubes to be sent from Moscow. I have to be totally prepared as the next few weeks will be desolate when it comes to bike parts and pretty much everything else - in the meantime I’m cleaning/sorting my kit at a chilled hostel. I met some cool guys who are cycling from Beijing to London they very kindly gave me a spare inner tube but it ended up being too big, also turns out we’re both pretty much half way on our journeys. The Pamir Highway is so close now I can taste it, can’t wait to get going.
I’m cycling in support of CALM (Campaign, Against, Living, Miserably), please check out my website to support the cause www.wisemanstour.com
FRIDAY MORNING IN AMERICA: BERNARDSTON, MA 6 a.m fog and drizzle. Coffee and bagels. Morning Joe. Republicans plotting a way to ram through the Kavanaugh nomination.
Rich can’t find his suit jacket. He also doesn’t know where the ironing board is.
The fog lifts in Brattleboro. Traffic backed up at the Vermont Country Store. A young girl waits for the school bus at the end of her driveway with her dog on a leash.
We take the road less traveled to the Vermont/Massachusetts border. In Bernardston we drive past small farms. Horses, sheep, and a llama knocking at a barn door. Free Stuff at the end of a driveway. A lawn cluttered with plastic pools, swing sets, kiddie basketball hoops, and baby carriages. Three houses with Trump signs. A row of of mailboxes where a homemade Impeach Trump sign was, then disappeared, weeks later was replaced, and is gone again.
The house with a red sign, white letters on the front lawn. Think Again. As always, I ponder what this means.
An older man with a pack on his back parked at the head of a hiking trail checks the state forest map.
In the small town of Erving another elderly man in slippers and a plaid flannel bathrobe uses a device called a claw to pick up a crumpled plastic water bottle at his mailbox, the newspaper tucked under his armpit.
Signs on front lawns ask motorists to Drive As If Your Children Lived Here.
We wait at the light. A train passes by. Smoke from the paper mill down the road drifts overhead.
Good morning America. How are you?
Soo.....Our schedule lined up for an overnight drive from my show in #richmond to a morning tv spot on Daytime Blueridge in #roanoke . We had stopped halfway at the @wafflehouseofficial
In #charlottesville and were barely back on 64 when the right back tire blew. Luckily Albemarle county's, Officer Erat (someone correct my spelling), took the time to help us get back on the road. We pulled every bit of equipment out and wrestled the rust of a neglected tire for about an hour, finishing right before the rain set in. Just pulled in to Roanoke flaunting the spare the entire length of 64 at 45 mph. Hanging at the hotel for a few then off to downtown for some tv. Also, shoutout to @lindahparks .. I know noone who would be okay with being woke up twice in one night and do all she does to keep us rambling.
Spent the morning hiking along the Oconaluftee River and the afternoon making @jmjones622 drive me by all these cool signs and buildings, to take pictures! •
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[Unfiltered life is the greatest life.] // I left Virginia 32 days ago and have been dividing my time between Red Lodge, MT + Cody, WY since I arrived on August 22. With work slow since spring, times got pretty hard and I began to second-guess this geographically independent freelance journey I’ve been on for almost two years (particularly because the first year was so stellar). Still, I’ve kept on. 🗻
I’m so very grateful for the soul sisters who’ve given endless guidance, reassurance that this [is] my path and that it’s all part of the ebb and flow [and feast and famine nature] of creative lifestyles, and a cozy place to recenter and recalibrate. 🗻
The mountains have been good to me too. And with the Fall Equinox just days away, I’ve loved watching the season shift into autumn. While I’m temporarily anchored by uncertainty, I look forward to the revitalization that’ll accompany new opportunities I’ve been granted. Things are looking up, and I know I’ll soon get back to feasting once again. This week I landed a trial project with Amazon [Alexa], a good-sized project with an old client, and began conversations with a publishing company about two ideas for children’s books that I’ve been sitting on for years. Turns out, they think I’m sitting on gold, so I stayed up real late working on one of those ideas the last few nights. 🗻
Perspective is vital, particularly during our lulls, and, this time, I managed to tap into the wells of my creativity instead of sinking into a stale period of plain old funk. That doesn’t mean there’s been no darkness, but I tried like hell to spend some of those dark days reflecting and creating. Sometimes our greatest creations take significant time to flourish, but never losing sight of our dreams is the greatest way to keep our purpose[s] and souls afloat. Thank you to everyone who’s believed in my dreams enough to encourage me to continue chasing them and to live with purpose, even when I’ve taken a pause and reconsidered everything I’m doing.
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On our way back to Delhi, @ashokgeorgy had something hindering his vision which made us pullover to the side of the highway,
The kind soul who helped him with some water to clean it up was WALKING in that scorching heat all the way to Vaishnodevi from Delhi and back!
With just a backpack and a football in his hand!
Unfortunately I don't recollect his name or other details of his journey!
Grateful to meet such inspiring people on the road!!
On the road, making friends and hearing stories. It’s what I absolutely love doing. And it’s even better now with Amber by my side. This guy’s story soon, I think you’ll like it. He managed to break us down into puddles at the bar.
🇹🇯 Tajikistan 🇹🇯 Country number 18! Safe to say this is my favourite country so far. The people are so incredibly kind/friendly plus the views are insane. The kids who lived in those huts came running up the hill and insisted on having photos taken, they were so smiley and happy. One of the kids gave me a red rose, so in return I gave them some apples I had just received minutes earlier from a man dangling out of a car. I can’t actually get over how beautiful this place is, everywhere you look is a perfect painting. Second to last photo is me buying a freshly picked water melon, can’t get enough of the things... I’m cycling in support of CALM (Campaign, Against, Living, Miserably)
To donate to CALM visit my website www.wisemanstour.com
I was recognized by a deaf @uber driver! He showed me that he followed me on Instagram and taught me the sign for “unicorn.” Best. Ride. Ever. Watch the Uber highlight in my bio to learn your name in #ASL in case you’re paired up with a deaf or hard-of-hearing driver 🦄 #StoriesFromTheRoad#ad
Had an interesting conversation with my Lyft driver during my one-hour "rush hour" commute from the airport to my hotel this evening.
Most of the drivers I have are from Africa or the Middle East. Tonight, I met a man in his 30s who was born in Myanmar, fled his country as the Burmese Regime have and still are killing Hindus and Muslims left and right (Google 'Rohingya People' or 'Rohingya Genocide'), sought asylum in Malaysia, and lived there for 15 years, before moving to the U.S. three years ago after having waited 13 YEARS to gain entry to America. He and his family are safe and are all living in the U.S. He is one of the fortunate ones.
When he found out that I was from Indonesia, he immediately switched from English to Malay, and we spoke a mixture of Malay, Indonesian, and English together. I learned a bit about his history and how he liked living in the U.S. He said American culture is definitely different, but he enjoys earning money here, and being in a country that accepts him and his family for who they are. As much as he misses Malaysia and even Myanmar, neither country will ever grant him citizenship and the rights that come with it. Read up on Myanmar and how inhumane, cruel, and unjust their government and military are.
He's the kind of guy that makes America the country that we are. But he also sounds like the type the POTUS doesn't want. Regardless, I was happy to have shared an hour with him and gotten to know a slice of his life. Below's vid is in Malay and Indo. #travelstories#storiesfromtheroad#myanmar#malaysia#usa#asylum#newbeginnings#live#love#share#sharestories#travel#learn#discover#begrateful
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Right now we’re in an in-between season of bopping back and forth between our hometowns, moving out of our old RV, and gearing up to start our renovation this weekend. ⠀
It’s crazy to think about all of the places this guy took us during our first year on the road - like this epic boondocking spot outside of the Valley of Fire! 🔥🚍⠀
And as much as we loved our first home on wheels, we’re SO stinking excited for this next journey of RV life and getting to turn our “new to us” fifth wheel into our dream tiny home! 🤗 ⠀
Also, the more and more design ideas that @mixandmatchdesigncompany sends us, the more we can’t WAIT to get started! 😍 Be sure to stay tuned to our stories as we share the whole process!
181612:21 AM Sep 14, 2018
#tbt now that I look back on it one of the craziest weeks of my life
. Fought off a face infection due to mud entering my ear for months . Took part in the cocaine making process . Almost got the bus confiscated due to our papers being expired . Drove on a road called the trampoline of death with a vehicle way to large to fit on the road . Crossed a border with bus loads of refugees trying to find a better life . Having the gas tank break in the middle of the jungle .
A lot of you will ask why? The truth is once you’ve experienced everything that could have possibly gone wrong you are able to much more precisely filter out the bull shit you experience on a daily basis
Oh ya you should listen to part 2 of me on the @ghtoverlandpodcast and you better subscribe and you better leave god dam 5 star review!
The inspiration for my new single 'Chasing Daylight' comes from the connections I've made with new friends on my travels. (You can listen to the song on the link in my bio @elilevmusic ▶️ )
One of those moments happened in Big Sur, California. I was on a solo road trip up and down the west coast and stopped for the evening at a camp site in the hills overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
The campsite was built for just one tent, but a car pulled up with two other travelers from Santa Cruz and they asked if they could join as this was the last site available. I of course said sure ! And that was the beginning of a two day adventure with new friends where we hiked up and down the hills, spent time down by the ocean, and felt like we were on a great adventure with the universe aligning with us. ☀️
Have a similar adventure story where strangers became friends ? I'd love to hear about it ! Leave a comment below and tag your travel companion ! 🌅
Who doesn’t love looking back through old photos and remembering happy times🙋🏻♀️🙋🏼♂️?!
We took some excellent advice from fellow #fulltimervers Dan and Lindsay of @follow_your_detour who wrote a blog post about ten easy things to do everyday to make it a good day! One of their tips was to look back at old photos to remember happy times - great advice👍!
We absolutely love #washingtondc 🇺🇸- Julia used to live there and it was the first US city Neil visited when he first joined the military!
This photo not only brings back happy memories, but it’s also a fitting reminder of this great country🇺🇸 we live in and have the opportunity to travel through 🚎
Skating brings you to some incredible places. Hopping into mountain lakes, eating wild strawberries, enjoying incredible mountain views for breakfast... At least it's still warm enough to pretend it's summer 😆.
Next stop, the wild colours of autumn. 😀
Seb and I have made it to Samarkand, we plan on staying here for a day and check out the historical sites, I also need to purchase some new inner tubes as I’ve patched my current one 4 times. We’re only 70km from Tajikistan now, the Pamir Highway is so close I can’t wait. Cycling across the desert has been extremely difficult but rewarding at the same time. The next stage includes mountains and lots of them. We’ll be climbing up to 4500m and pedalling along the second highest road in the world. This part is what I dreamt of all those years ago now I’m actually here about do it, madness.
I’m cycling in support of CALM (Campaign, Against, Living, Miserably)
To donate to CALM visit my website www.wisemanstour.com