Travel was always a part of me.
As a kid I burned with desire to go “Over There,” just for kicks. I spent my sixteenth year in Japan–6,354 miles from home–and haven’t stopped traveling since. Drifting through unfamiliar places is as natural as breathing. And I can’t stop.
“I’ve always wanted to get as far as possible from the place where I was born. Far both geographically and spiritually. To leave it behind … I feel that life is very short and the world is there to see and one should know as much about it as possible. One belongs to the whole world, not just one part of it.”
Beat, however, unraveled slowly.
Stumbling up Alvaro Obregon Avenue in Mexico City one balmy evening, my friend Owen inducted me into the cult of Beat. Pointing up Orizaba Street, he casually remarked, “Up there is where the Beats used to hang out.” I had only a vague idea what he was talking about, but jotted down the names of a few books he recommended as we walked on.
On the Road was a revelation. Everything about it made sense to me. The Freedom, the Music, the Madness, the Confusion and the Clarity, the Agony and the Ecstasy. The limitless spinning from place to place in search of something real.
I knew then I had Beat inside of me.
I just had to express it.
This blog is dedicated to the original Beat Generation, and to all the mystic vagabonds before and after them. I hope these chronicles of my travels inspire other thoughtful, independent travelers to seek out strange places and unusual experiences of their own.
“Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars…”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road.
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