
I met a guy in a cowboy hat on the bus home one night. He drunkenly slurred something about a peak party the next day,…

My first solo voyage came at the age of 16, when I decided to set off on a five-month exchange to France. To save for…

It’s all very well and good to be a hobo by choice, scavenging still-fresh bread from supermarket dumpsters in order to save money for what…

It happens a lot when you’re trotting the globe. Someone will say “hello” to you in a vaguely foreign accent, and all of a sudden…

Like most Sundays, I wake tasting stale whiskey and drooling on myself, naked. I wake up cotton-mouthed in an unfamiliar place, scanning the room for…

Travel has somehow become a cultural hurdle that must be jumped in a particular way, and if one does not adhere to that particularity, their…

Like many hobos, I have an insatiable appetite for adventure, an unquenchable thirst for new experiences, a wanderlust that eats at me, consumes me. Hand…

Does a bird shit in the street? The answer is no – not in Buenos Aires, anyway. If you are noticeably foreign (I have white-blonde…

Get There: 285 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy Cost: $1 per pintxo Sunday night – Thursday lunch, $2 per pintxo If you’re too stingy to pay for…

Get There: Suss their website for the class venue – http://melbourne.lanewaylearning.com/ Cost: $12 As a hobo, you will need to learn a variety of skills…