I bought a wooden fishing boat in Allahabad (India) and rowed myself 700 km down the Ganges alone, camping all the while along the banks. Journey lasted about three weeks. Lesson learned: laughter is always easier.

I left home because I became disillusioned with my path. I went to university and had every intention to go on to law school and become a lawyer and live in NY and have a family etc. etc. etc. But then I stopped and realized that I didn't want that. But there was a problem: I didn't know what I wanted instead. For me, traveling was a leap of faith. I figured that if I left, maybe I'd stumble on something else. And though it all sort of started as some abject search, it's sort of morphed into a way of life. Of course it'll sound cliche, but I'm intoxicated by the idea of allowing my journey, the present, to have an organic impact on my life day in and day out. Instead of trembling in the face of the unknown, 5 years of traveling has allowed me to grow intoxicated with the power of possibility that abounds behind every corner and beyond every bend in the road. I don't know where I'll end up, but the thing is, at least for me, over time I've traded the notion of a horizon, an aim, for something far closer.

If you're on this site, you're probably infected with the same bug that I have. Traveling is more about the people you meet and the experiences you have than the places you go. Hopefully we can share experiences and outlooks and thoughts and ideas, and maybe, just maybe we can have an impact on each other's stories moving forward.