The noise, the chaotic traffic that felt like a death-sentence every time I attempted to cross the road, the perpetually-burning incense: for me, India was…
A nightclub in Chengdu. The floor vibrates. My legs jiggle like jackhammers. The Chinese promoter Catherine dispenses more Jäger like medication to us three outsiders….
I’ve never been a huge fan of the term “developing”. This is especially true when it’s used as a euphemism – most often to describe…
My Spanish teacher in Puerto Escondido dressed like the Fonz and liked to flaunt the collection of selfies on his blackberry. The photos were always edited in really outdated camera…
People travel for different reasons. Recreation, junket, mental health. And many trips are shaped by certain frameworks that guide or sustain a certain version of…
Cover by Alec Favale. There’s no mistaking being in Kuta. Hordes of mopeds fill the congested streets with smoke that burns my nose; the endless…
Photo by Jens Johnsson Camping in the Atacama Desert with a group of Chilean hippies was always going to present something of a communication challenge. With…
Photo by Karl Fredrickson. I’m an atheist. It’s never normally hard for me to admit that. But last time I settled myself in a city overseas,…
Cover by Takahiro Taguchi Dotombori, 10 pm. The street was neon-drenched and the soundtrack was synthetic saccharine J-pop. I stepped into a bar. “Irashaimase!”, shouted…
I sit in the back seat of an old Mercedes-Benz that smells like cheap tobacco and think about what I should say to the mystery…
This story was received via anonymous submission and it details a lifestyle and form of tourism we at Global Hobo do not endorse. In the…
I arrived in Canada to begin what was to become my fourth snow season, but my first long-term solo overseas trip. I had no job…
