One of life’s more eye roll inducing marketing schemes is the perpetual lengthening of the beginning of the holiday season. This year, retail stores stripped the spirit of wintry bliss by replacing the rah-rah-rah of July 4th, with the immediate ho-ho-ho of animatronic Santas on July 5th. Read more
This one time, I went to Vietnam.
A grand time was had. Read more
Straight outta Compton!
Phong Nha – Ke Bang National Park
Plans to stay up late jotting down adventures in the Roam About journal are spoiled as soon as we depart Hanoi Station. Heading south towards Dong Hoi, gently chugging to the metronome of the tracks and humming along with the train engine cadence, I conk out faster than a swaddled babe suckling from the teat of mother Benadryl. Read more
Old Quarter. Rush hour.
Honking motorbikes and scooters, people squeezed everywhere, motorbikes with 14 cases of empty Halida bottles bungee-d precariously to the back wheel, buses, cars, people on people on people on motorbikes Read more
Hi there, me again. I’m in an adventure club. Way cool, right? Way cool. My fellow co-founders of the Why Not Adventure Club are two of my favorite friends, Danielle and Callan. By way of introduction: Danielle lives in Austin and knows all the cool stuff, so she keeps me hip. Callan lives in NYC and is the most go-with-the-flow-but-I-get-stuff-done individual on the planet; she keeps me positive. I am the quirky one, and I keep them…confused, mostly. Together we are an unstoppable force. Read more
9am – I’m at the Ohio State Travel immunization office today to get vaccinated for my upcoming trip to Vietnam. Had to drive through a group of picketing anti-vaxxers to get into the office. Someone threw a vanilla latte and an Ugg boot at my car. I got out, yelled “OMG! Jenny McCarthy!” to distract the horde Read more
As Columbus and seemingly the entire United States reels from the frigid, testicle-shying relentlessness of Jack Frost, lately I’ve sought warm and cozy places. Physically, sitting by my fireplace to thaw out my chestnuts and mentally drifting away to sunny daydreams. Read more
Caitlin in her natural environment at Gullfoss, in Iceland
Hi, I’m Bones. I like long walks on the beach, Yoga in the wee hours of the morning, spending time with my dog, Woofy, and I have an incredible dinosaur bone collection, hence the ‘Bones’ nickname (not really).
Just as a precursor, I have a very dry, very sarcastic sense of humor. Don’t judge me, because baby I was born this way. I’m also not a fan of Lady Gaga.
Some of you may be asking yourselves, why ‘Bones’? And the answer is simple: that’s not a real nickname of mine. My name is Caitlin. Call me Caitlin, call me Cait, call my Toni, or call me Tones. But Bones? No thank you. Bones implies: A.) I have an affinity for skeletons, which we already established I do not. B.) I’m into something sexual that would make people (including me) blush or C.) I am nothing but skin and bones. Read more
Metro to Lisbon airport to pick up our awaiting chariot in the form of a Fiat Panda that’s about as aerodynamic and agile as a living room with wheels, filled with Oprah clones.
Bones: “When was the last time you drove stick?”
Me: “Three years ago.”
Bones: “Oh boy…” Read more
Hello, my name is Roam About Mike and I have a terrible secret: I’m a recovering travel dipper.
It’s true. I had a problem with the dip and I’m currently repairing my reputation of committing an even worse travel transgression, the double travel dip. Read more