It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you.
The journey is part of the experience — an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca.
This is a hilarious Blog dedicated to explain to people who are not white Americans what white people like, written in an anthropological style. I like it because it recognises whiteness and treats it as something strange, thus inverting the way most white people see the world.BACK TO TOP