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(n) – Swedish.
Travel fever. The anxious and nervous feeling a traveller gets before starting a journey.

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The Road So Far

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Where I’ve Wandered

This map shows the countries I’ve been to so far. Some were planned, others just happened. Every place taught me something — even if it wasn’t what I expected. Have a look and see what’s out there. Who knows what might catch your eye?

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How It All Started

Hi, I’m Jime — born in Buenos Aires, now exploring the world one place at a time. I travel to learn, meet people, and see what’s out there. Want to know how it all began? Here’s the story.

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Sleeping in a tent ⛺
Travelling across countries without flying 🌍
Couchsurfing with strangers 🛋️
Riding on a crazy local bus 🚌
Getting a tattoo while travelling
Staying somewhere with no electricity
Sleeping under desert stars ✨
Crossing a border on foot 🚶‍♀️
Hitchhiking for a ride 👍
Visiting a place most people can’t find on a map 🗺️
Hiking a volcano or glacier 🌋
Snorkelled in Open Water
Making friends that last for years 🤝
Getting stranded by bad weather 🌧️
Watching sunrise from a mountain 🌄
Picking up new words in a new language 🗣️

Things I Didn’t Know Until I Went

💡 In Georgia, mama means dad and deda means mom. Try not to mix them up.

💡 In China, some trains sell “standing” tickets. It’s not a figure of speech — you’re literally standing for the whole ride.

💡 In Žalec, Slovenia, there’s a beer fountain in the main square. You buy a special glass and pour yourself different local beers, straight from the taps.

💡 In Arabic-speaking countries, Inshallah (God willing or if God wills) can mean yes, no, maybe, or never. It depends on the tone of the person.

💡 In Morocco, street signs often appear in Arabic, French, and Amazigh. Sometimes all three.

💡 Palau makes visitors sign an eco-pledge in their passport. It’s stamped in before you enter — no pressure.

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I stayed in a tent right on the beach in Port Olry, Espiritu Santo, Vanuatu. The guesthouse took care of setting it up, so no skills needed. Just a thin mattress, salty air, and the ocean right there.

I spent eight months getting from London to Singapore without taking a single flight — just trains, buses, and a few boats. The 82.5-hour train ride across Russia was a highlight, along with the Gobi Desert in Mongolia. Nothing ever went fully to plan, but that was part of the point.

I couchsurfed with a family in Sigiriya, Sri Lanka, right behind the famous rock. The view was unreal, with a pond in front and the rock towering behind. They basically adopted me for a few days — I still chat with their son now and then.

I rode on the roof of a jeepney in the mountains of northern Philippines. The top was loaded with sacks of rice and chickens — and me. No guardrails, just narrow cliffside roads and views of rice terraces that made it worth the risk.

To end a long trip around Southeast Asia, I went to Buscalan to get tattooed by Whang-Od — a 98-year-old traditional tattoo artist from the Kalinga tribe. She used soot, a thorn, and two sticks to tap the design into my skin. It hurt like hell, but the experience was unforgettable — and the tattoo’s staying right where it is.

In Kiribati, I stayed at a homestay with limited solar power — just enough to light up dinner, then it was all stars and moonlight. My bungalow sat over the water with nothing but a mattress and a mosquito net. Bucket showers, no plugs, and peace for a full week.

I spent a night in the desert near Jaisalmer, India, during a camel safari. My camel’s name was Coca-Cola — apparently because it was gassy (not kidding). We slept under layers of blankets in the middle of nowhere, just stars above and freezing January air.

I crossed from Cambodia to Laos on foot — just a short walk between border checkpoints. You need exact change and small notes for the admin fee, because “no change” is their favorite phrase. Our minivan didn’t show up for ages, but eventually someone came to get us.

I hitchhiked through southern Laos with two guys I’d met the day before — they were hitching across Southeast Asia and invited me to tag along. It took four rides, including one in the back of a truck under the brutal afternoon sun. We eventually made it to the coffee region, dusty and happy.

I visited Tuvalu, one of the least visited countries in the world — you can only fly there a couple times a week from Fiji. The island is so small and quiet that when flights aren’t coming in, locals use the runway for football, volleyball, and just hanging out. No museums, no tours — just beach, small islands, and the people who live there.

I hiked up Mount Yasur, an active volcano in Tanna, Vanuatu, with the local guesthouse owner — at night, through the jungle, avoiding the official tour trucks. There are no barriers at the top, just a crater and a lot of common sense. While we were there, it exploded — loud, sudden, and impossible to ignore.

Snorkeling in Palau felt like swimming in an aquarium — except it was the open sea. Coral, fish, colors everywhere, and it didn’t feel real. At one point, a pod of dolphins started swimming alongside the boat.

Travel isn’t always about the places — sometimes it’s the people. I met Sol in Darwin and Paola in Cambodia, and somehow we’ve kept crossing paths around the world ever since. A few moves, a few visits, and we’re still in touch and visit each other.

I was flying from Vanuatu to Tonga via Fiji, but bad weather stopped us from landing — even though we were already in Tongan airspace. We had to fly all the way back to Fiji and spend the night there while they figured out a new flight. At least I made some friends onboard — we kept bumping into each other once we finally made it to Tonga.

In 2011, I climbed Adam’s Peak in Sri Lanka — a pilgrimage spot where you’re supposed to reach the summit by sunrise. I started around 3am, climbed uneven stairs in the dark, and made it to the top… just in time for fog and cold rain. But after an hour of waiting, the sky cleared and the view made it worth it.

I like to learn basic phrases wherever I go — hello, please, thank you, the usual. In Russia, I spent hours in train stations deciphering the Cyrillic alphabet, just to figure out which city I was heading to. Georgia completely defeated me on “hello,” but sign language and a smile go a long way.