My title is a double entendre, because I bought my plane ticket to leave this wonderful Amazonian city and head back north, to the frigid Michigan winter, and I also took a trip outside of Manaus. A little trip to serve as the cherry on top of this extended stay.
For those who don’t know, Manaus is like an island to itself, in northern Brazil. There aren’t any major cities in Brazil that can be driven to. You have to take a boat or a plane. The only exception of driving to a big city is the highway that runs north from Manaus and goes 2000+ kilometers, all the way to Caracas, Venezuela. Continue reading Getting Out of Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil!
A few weeks ago , I wrote about how the travel bug bit me. Reflecting on that article, I realized that I may have left out a key piece of what started the burning urge to travel inside of me.
As a young kid, I grew up in Pontiac, Michigan. Pontiac is a suburb of Detroit with just about the same amount of problems. There is a high crime rate, a lot of gangs, a lot of drugs, and a lot of hopelessness.
When I was in school there, we never really addressed world geography and especially never talked about traveling the world. I feel that the schools there didn’t want to instill a false sense of hope in its students. Continue reading What Lit My Traveling Fire