The Time I Met A Neo-Nazi Camping In Spain

I don’t remember his name, but still he left a profound impact on me and is a character on the road I will never forget.   His head was shaved and his German accent thick. He had a thick, bristled jaw and solid, tree trunk legs. He was friendly to us, charismatic even. We were, after all, two young backpackers with a thirst for adventure. Spain was providing hot, balmy days – perfect for...

Short Story: Why Not To Follow Strange Mexicans Down Dark Alleys

This short story comes from a guest contributor, Caitlyn Taylor. Caitlyn is an English teacher and freelance writer who would take up a career in backpacking if it were financially feasible. Having backpacked through Europe, Central and South America, Australia and some of Asia, Caitlyn ranks travel destinations according to the availability and deliciousness of street food (best=Colombia, worst=Kazakhstan). She...

Short Story: It Was A Shirt To Remember

So I was in the city of Cologne, in Germany on one of my recent backpacking adventures with my girlfriend Trudy. We were in a hostel called ‘Black Sheep Hostel’ (which surprisingly had a lack of black sheep – remember it was in Germany not New Zealand). We met a load of fantastic people in that hostel, and after seeing the sights that day, shall we say that partying did ensue. There were many drinks, and...