A line of small dwellings put together with metal sheets, random pieces of wood and whatever else. One day in Albania I and some teammates found ourselves in this place. It was only a matter of … Read more about I Want to Paint the Whole World Blue
I Only Shower Once A Week
Water. Such a natural and normal substance that i took for granted every day without even realizing it. In America I'm by no means what you call wealthy. And have lived what I … Read more about I Only Shower Once A Week
In the Flesh
“NO!” I wanted to cry, “Not them! Not my friends.” My vision for Uganda was simple: to become one of them. I wanted to live, eat, work, play like the people did. I got dirty … Read more about In the Flesh
The Song of Africa
The Song of Africa I wish you could hear it for yourself because most of the magic is gone by the time I constrain it to words in black and white. But, here the soil is red, stained from the blood … Read more about The Song of Africa
The Days Racers Don’t Write About
Da Nang, Vietnam I thought I would take this opportunity to write about the unwritten. Everybody wants to hear about the miraculous story, or the uncomfortable living conditions … Read more about The Days Racers Don’t Write About
Cambodia Video Recap
One of my teammates, Kegan, made this awesome short video from different clips of our time in Cambodia. Enjoy! http://vimeo.com/107897787 … Read more about Cambodia Video Recap
Sometimes I Worship in the Bars Better Than in Church…
I go to bars just about every day now, two or even three in a night in fact. I walk the streets of Chiang Mai, Thailand bar-hopping. Something I’ve never been accustomed to doing, … Read more about Sometimes I Worship in the Bars Better Than in Church…
I Met a Cambodian Prince
(Pictured boy is not the same that I write about) I sat next to a street boy the other day. I didn't say much and he didn't say anything. And yet we could of talked for hours for all that was … Read more about I Met a Cambodian Prince
Cambodia, Crocodiles, and Children.
Just out of the airport in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Writing taken from my journal September 16th, on top of a roof somewhere in Siem Reap, Cambodia: I hear chanting from the nearby temple, children's … Read more about Cambodia, Crocodiles, and Children.
