Living without creature comforts, I found I was more in touch with nature. More open to other people. I was unafraid. Unattached. One with the divine. Living with less waste. Feeling more and thinking less. I converted my Volvo station wagon into a home on wheels. I brought only the bare essentials with me: headlamp, knife, water, bed, food, recorder, socks. And I left Tivoli on my first great solo road trip.

This was a year and a half ago now. Since then, I have journeyed as far as Costa Rica with only a knapsack. I’ve learned (again, through victories and failures alike) how to be a better guest in unknown environments. To always give more than I take. To be aware of my surroundings. To love solitude. To love company. To trust myself and trust the world and live in the now.

It also turns out that I like the smell of my own armpits. Hippy, say what?

Over the last year and a half of traveling, I have seen some remarkable things and met some remarkable people. I’ve recorded music and conversations with some of those people I’ve met. My personal archive of these recordings is ever growing. I’ve posted some on SoundCloud, but the majority of these recordings remain on SD cards I label and store in matchboxes. Where will this project lead? I suppose like any great adventure, I won’t know until it’s through.