chai bro

It's been two years now since I sold everything in my apartment in the United States and started living more nomadically.

Chiang Mai, Thailand

An easy base for getting work done, slowing down, and meeting people.

Santiago, Chile

The "safer" place to start your Latin American journey

Tokyo, Japan

Clean, fast, and unlike anywhere else, even when it overwhelms you.

Mexico City, Mexico

Huge, green, and full of energy, with some of the best food you'll eat anywhere.

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

A cheap, easy, mixed-up city that's a great first stop in Southeast Asia.

Ayacucho, Peru

Old, quiet, and high in the Andes, off the usual tourist trail.

I've learned quite a lot, as one would expect.

There’s the easy stuff — like how to pack and unpack more efficiently, how to navigate around, how to make friends.

And there’s the hard stuff — like what not to do so you don’t get robbed. Like what happened to me in South America. Twice actually.

I learned how to communicate with people whose first language isn’t English.

There's a tinglish (thai english) saying that I recently learned — chai bro. It’s basically a confirmation to let someone know you agree with them, but like more profoundly.

I’m sitting here right now in a cafe in Chiang Mai, reflecting on the many times I’ve had to chai bro myself to go from where I was to where I am now. I’m not talking about where I am physically on this earth.

I’m talking like spiritually. Higher dimensionally. Whatever you want to call it.

I’ve been working on something. Check it out.