One of the highlights of any trip to the South is Southern cooking. Besides New Orleans, Charleston, South Carolina, is a must for any foodie. And the best meal is a Charleston brunch. After eating through most of the city, I was able to uncover the best Charleston brunch and some pretty solid back-ups. Read more
Welcome to the eighth installment of the 4,007,236 part series Are There Any Other Travel Bloggers? Whether you’re a reader seeking out the best travel stories, a blogger wanting to learn the ins and outs of the industry, or someone who enjoys ridiculous questions where answers lack relevancy, you’ll like this segment. This week I spoke with Erin, one half of the digital nomad team at Never Ending Voyage. Read more
Outside the gates of Tiger Kingdom, a half hour from Thailand’s second most populous city, Chiang Mai, we watched a woman lay her head against the ribcage of a giant tiger. My wife and I were troubled. Do we enter the cage with the beasts and risk ending our marriage after two and a half weeks? We purchased two tickets. The Tiger Kingdom Chiang Mai sign read No Refunds. Read more
I often worry when I drive roads lined with signs advertising monkey shows, reptile shows, snake shows, bungee jumping, ATV riding, and the like. I smell tourist trap. My trepidation elevates when I enter parking lots packed with taxis, buses, and vans dropping off camera-happy tourists. But when I visited Maesa’s Chiang Mai Elephant Camp, forty-five minutes outside of the city, the sight of endless tourists was quickly supplanted by one of the greatest shows on earth. Read more
I read in the guidebooks that you could visit the temples and engage in something called monk chat in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Monk chat was described simply as chatting with a monk. We searched a few of the garish temples for monks, but they were always busy. Sometimes I would find a Thai monk receiving handouts from the faithful Buddhists who brought the unemployable holy men buckets filled with essentials. The buckets looked just like the care packages campers received from their parents. When the monks were available to chat, they usually couldn’t speak English. Read more
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