Somewhere in the urban outskirts of sprawling Bangkok is a closed off derelict field and within it lays an unofficial airplane graveyard.
This is a journal series of posts on specific days of my life as a vagabond. Written in or near real time as the day occurred in Thailand and Cambodia.
I have survival / tactical / bug out / life kit go-bags stashed all over the world and I’m giving away 15 of them… It’s yours, if you can find them. -VIP updates
This is a continuous series of posts about random, nonspecific but typical days in the life of my vagabonding lifestyle. –view all days
Not even in Amsterdam or Colorado could you take bong hits with the train conductor while they’re on the job conducting in transit.