Strong, caring, logical, and still treated as lower class across Southeast Asia

Full-blown euphoria on a Tuesday and the people who can’t meet it

I threw a book together because it's fun, like a sandwich.

Three things I look for, and why a morning cup is a meditation, a ritual and an anchor when you're travelling.

A voice room, a rude stranger, and learning the Southeast Asian art of silence.

Coffee and cultural observation as mindfulness, discovered in the markets of Cambodia.

Coffee, street food, genuine connection, and an airport out of dodge.

This morning I meditated with my eyes wide open at a coffee shop overlooking the market, many locals curious about me, I think simply because I sat still, observing for hours with a coffee.

Meditation is very important to me, but it can become rigid when slow travelling.

I’m tired and delirious.

I've really been meaning to watch more of Anthony Bourdain and to read more of his work but from what I understand is I see what this man was trying to communicate on a much deeper level.

I’m the kind of guy who can turn a room on fire if that’s what I want to do.

I’m sitting here writing and listening to Russians speak, absorbing the language.

Even in the most intense of Southeast Asian countries, among all the mistrust, once you step out of the Tuk Tuk and into a local street-food spot, everything changes.

Riding in a Tuk Tuk, listening to Romanian Minimal Breaks.

I want my passport back.

Wow — it was like a drug.

I'm disappointed!

Solo traveling is total freedom.

Last night, my first in Phnom Penh, was random and a blast — a walk in the park ended in a long adventure with new friends.

Hey bro don’t fist bump me women aren’t a game bro they are human just like me and you maybe they speak different languages why not get curious about others cultures.

Feeling high vibes in Phnom Penh — clean from addiction for two weeks.