I travel a lot because I’m a world-famous, globetrotting travel writer (Translation: “I’m on the run from loan sharks and their thumb-breaking debt collectors”). So I book a ton of flights, using Travelocity and Expedia. But now that I’ve found Hipmunk, I never want to use either one again. Founded two years ago in San…
Here’s a sobering government statistic (if you’re currently drunk): According to the US federal government, more pets died on Delta flights last year than on any other US airline. The Department of Transportation says more than two million pets travel by air each year in the USA. And of the 35 pets that died on…
Here’s a fun way to choose where to travel next: don’t choose any direction at all. Instead, trust a pair of digital dice to direct your next adventure. They’re called Zufall (German for ‘random chance’) and it’s a simple way to keep yourself moving and exploring. First you download the app to your iPhone ($1.99)…
So it’s Valentine’s Day and if you’re a guy in a relationship, you’re stressed (unlike Fred and Barney here who are curiuosly chilled out). Let’s face it, guys: every move you make today and tonight will be heavily scrutinized. Not necessarily by your girlfriend or wife…but by her girlfriends. Do too little for your lady…
I’m a notorious over-packer. The only way I can excuse my space-wasting packrat mentality is by convincing myself that I’m a big strong fella who actually enjoys an invigorating workout every time I lug my monstrous-sized bag onto a bus, train, or airport check-in scale But I’m changing my ways; this year I will bring…
After two great weeks, it’s our last night in the Costa Rican jungle beach hut known as Congo Bongo. Our next-hut neighbours just popped by for dinner (Translation: we invited them to cook fish for us). The chef/dad/father is a chipper South African who I’ll call ‘Todd’ and he’s accompanied by his charming young wife…
Cocles Beach at Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica I’m 12 days into my dream vacation, and the trip is going brilliantly. We’re staying in Congo Bongo, a funky jungle beach house near Manzanillo, on Costa Rica’s under-visited Caribbean shoreline.
One week into my dream vacation, and my freckles have started to merge. The weather in Costa Rica is gorgeous. We’ve surfed, biked, kayaked, beat Germans at volleyball, toured a sloth reserve, and sipped scotch on the hot white sand. My superfine girlfriend and family are getting along famously (well, at least they haven’t lunged…