My Travels This 4th of July weekend was my first weekend home since March. I spent 3 months backpacking through Asia but did not bring home an Asian wife much to the surprise of many friends back home (she wouldn't fit in my backpack). I'd love to go back but I have to see the rest of the world first, so she's going to have to wait for now. I have big plans coming up for the next trip which will probably only be outdone by going to the Moon (Where did I put my Lonely Planet guide to the Moon?)
Stepping off the plane in a land where I knew very little about the culture, and even less about how to survive here and absolutely none of the language was intimidating. Yet, I still felt like Shaq walking down the street. Well, a white verison of him anyway without the rap albums to add to my resume. My head would be bruised for the entire duration of my trip as I hit my head on everything that was low enough to almost knock me out cold, always getting some laughs from the locals.
I was a rockstar in Asia. Every new stop brought more people asking to take a photo with me so they could show friends what they saw while they were out that day. If I was smarter, I would have started to charge for these photos... but I didn't want to do that to my fans! I stopped counting the number of times people ran into something or tripped over themselves as they stare at me walking by (count was at 8 when I got tired of keeping track).