How to Easily Visit Seven Countries on Three Continents in Seven Days

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I met a wizard deep inside the Tunis Medina, Tunisia

Just over two-thousand days ago, I packed a thirty-five litre backpack and began my current journey. I’ve been travelling, and living out of a bag, every single day since July 30th, 2012. Between seasonal wandering, these days I’m occasionally working – navigating curious travellers around the radioactive Chernobyl Exclusion Zone in Ukraine, and, mostly, Iran. I enjoy this “work” immensely.

Indeed, much can be said for a two-week holiday – nobody really needs to travel for two-thousand days just to have a good time. If you only have one week, travelling independently, how much can you reasonably expect to see? Is it possible to travel-fast and also have a meaningful, positive, memorable experience?

After recently working in Iran for almost three-months-straight, I decided to visit three continents and seven countries in one week, just to see what it felt like.


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Departing Sharjah – fight number two, day one –  Sharjah, United Arab Emirates to Beirut, Lebanon.

On day one of the journey, I was full of pep. Phillipa and I departed from Shiraz, Iran, around midday. Our first two flights would be the non-popular route of Shiraz, Iran to Beirut, Lebanon, via Sharjah, United Arab Emirates. I’ve been to Sharjah more times than I can count, but it’s always just a stop-over or pass-through. Not wanting to break this illogical tradition, I left not long after touching down. The plan for day-one was to be tucked into bed at my usual time tonight, in country number three.

Later that first evening, I was checking in at the cheapest Honey-Bee-themed hotel in Hamra – smack in downtown Beirut, Lebanon. Nearby Hamra Street was lively, full of people, restaurants, and boutiques. Walking past a few fancy looking restaurants, we chose one with a lovely courtyard area, sat down, and were handed the menu. After three months in almost-beer-free-Iran, I decided it was appropriate to prioritise a cold beer.

I glanced around. Noticing one-too-many-people working on laptops, I stood up, and said to Phillipa “let’s go”. We left the restaurant, I spotted a bearded man nearby slouching on a stool in almost total darkness underneath a very cheap looking sign that said “bar”, he got up from his seat, we followed him down a gloomy lane-way, through an unmarked black-door, downstairs, into a room barely lit with dull green fluorescent lights.

Here, chatting at this perfect dive-bar, I learned about Beirut the old-fashioned way. There were conversations with locals about Lebanon and Syria (the Syrian border was only 50km’s away, the heart of Damascus only about 75km’s from Beirut), sparking some future travel plans in my mind. And, some number of cold, delicious, beers later, we were back walking down Hamra Street – this time being guarded by the bar manager – who was firmly escorting me to an automatic teller machine, as I didn’t have enough local currency to pay my surprisingly large tab.


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Beirut skyline, as seen from an abandoned resort – great place for a picnic.
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Typical neighbourhood cafe, Beirut.
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In 2014, British Iraqi architect Zaha Hadid completed the very brutalist Issam Fares Institute building in Beirut, Lebanon. In 2016, sadly, a heart attack claimed her life – but what an amazing legacy she has left, all over the world.
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Beirut, Lebanon, has been through hell.
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Beirut, Lebanon.
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Phillipa, standing at the Mediterranean sea in Beirut, Lebanon.

Day two turned out a true success – a picnic by the seaside at an abandoned Mediterranean resort, neighbourhood cafes with coffee and old men, brutalist architecture, and generic inner-city strolling. Late afternoon, we were leaving Beirut and heading for the fourth country, and second continent since yesterday – Egypt, Africa.

Within hours of arriving in Egypt, Phillipa was the only blonde female inside a wedding-tent with me, three guys we’d just met (all called Muhammad), and around two hundred Egyptian men all of whom were smoking drugs like they were going out of fashion. Over the next couple of days, we walked the un-travelled neighbourhood of Giza, through tourist-free backstreets, meeting locals, chatting, all the time in the shadow of a collection of four-thousand-year-old pyramids. There was so much animal whipping going on, and in summary, I enjoyed three nights of pretty much the most perfect travel experience I can possibly imagine.


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Giza, Egypt – my full report on Giza is here.
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Tunis Medina, Tunisia.

Next stop – Tunis, Tunisia, North Africa. In the middle of Tunis, the capital city of Tunisia, lies the Medina. Founded well over a thousand years ago, the Medina is home to over one-hundred-thousand people, all living within a complex and incredibly enchanting urban labyrinth. It’s scenic, decaying, atmospheric and authentic. Our accommodation was in the middle of the Medina, and we spent a couple of full days being mostly lost. The Medina is a truly fascinating neighbourhood, and I didn’t really have any reason to leave.

However, down the road from Tunis, probably only a thirty-minute journey away, lies Carthage. I’ve been fascinated by Carthage for many years. An incredibly sophisticated ancient city, technologically advanced, reaching it’s peak two-thousand years ago as the capital city of an empire that dominated the Mediterranean. Carthage was perhaps the most powerful city in the world at that time. Across the sea, the Romans saw Carthage as a serious, existential, threat- and spent great effort to destroy the entire city.


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I didn’t want to leave the Medina in Tunis.
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View from our own private rooftop, inside the Tunis Medina, Tunisia.
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The Medina is a true city-within-a-city, with all of the services you would expect. There’s really no reason to ever leave.
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Streets of the Tunis Medina, Tunisia.
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My kind of people – Tunis Medina, Tunisia.
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I visited this coffee shop, one of countless inside the Medina, several times. One day, it might be my local.

These days, Carthage lies in ruins, a beautifully decaying complex of two-thousand-year old architecture, scenically perched on the edge of the Mediterranean in North Africa. Well, that’s what I’ve heard – I never left the Medina and didn’t see Carthage. My time in the Medina of Tunis had been truly fantastic, and at the end of my first week of fast-travel, I left Tunisia and flew to Rome, Italy.

An actual travel-writer could allegorise on ancient Carthage and modern Rome, Islamic nations and The Vatican, the Holy See and the Mediterranean Sea. I thought about being a privileged westerner flying in comfort just for kicks, whilst down below desperate refugees in leaky boats were risking their lives to escape tragedy. Italy and Tunisia are neighbours across the Mediterranean – with distinctly different cultures – tied together forever by both geography and ancient history. This fast-journey could surely end with a potentially masterful set of travel-writing bookmarks.

I had planned enough stop-over time in Rome to visit the nearby Vatican City enclave – and set foot in my seventh country for the week. However, frankly – I’d had enough of travel this week. I’d seen enough. Had experiences I’ll never forget, and found three new countries (Lebanon, Egypt, and Tunisia) that I desperately want to return to. Visiting the Vatican would just be a tick, an unnecessary and hollow check-mark, another country written down on my meaningless list on page one of a tatty notebook inside my thirty-five litre backpack.

To be honest, this was already a week beyond my wildest dreams – and that’s exactly what a week of travel should be. And so, not long after touching down at the Fiumicino Aeroporto Internazionale Leonardo da Vinci, just after the garbage-bin-liner incident (that’s a story I only tell in person), I decided to screw the Vatican.


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Tehran, Iran. The Middle East. No, that’s not what I was told Iran looked like either.
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One of the most Iranian photos you will ever see. We’re crossing the desert, driving around 100km’s per hour, at sunset. A man in a “Paykan” – the most iconic of all Iranian-built cars, spotted that we were a bus of tourists, and attempted to offer a cup of hot tea (without slowing down). This is typical Iranian hospitality – of the almost seventy countries I’ve visited, I’m yet to come across this level of kindness.

On the evening of day eight, I arrived in Milan. After six countries, three continents, and eight days, I’d spend a month in the Italian countryside, tucked inside the Swiss and French borders, surrounded by the snowy Alps, decompressing the last three months of my life, and making plans for the next three.

Of course, a week is plenty of time to have a life-changing holiday and everyone should think about doing it more often. In your own state, country, or even across the Middle East, North Africa and Europe. The destination is unimportant – participating in the journey is what matters. Life isn’t necessarily short, but it definitely will pass quickly unless you occasionally just say yes, and occasionally make the most of your time here.


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15 thoughts on “How to Easily Visit Seven Countries on Three Continents in Seven Days

  1. Hi Nate – long-time fan of your writing (and long-time lurker, sorry). This piece really blew me away. I’m amazed by how much you were able to see and absorb in such a short period of time, just because you were open to it. I’ve been on the road for two years and I often find myself so tired from all the travel that I often end up saying “no” more often than “yes.” Thanks for the reminder to every now and then, just say screw sleep and comfort and say yes for a change. The memories and stories you have to tell for it are incredible.

    PS — your piece on Bulgaria that I read a few years ago was likely the spark of an idea that has now germinated into me moving there next week :P

    1. Hey Allison, I really love hearing from people who have been reading/lurking for a long time, particularly people living a similar lifestyle.

      And, the move to Bulgaria, that’s very cool. I’m constantly thinking about “where would I settle down”, and Bulgaria is tied for first spot with Serbia and Ukraine (that list hasn’t changed for a few years)… good luck with it all, and stay in touch, we may end up crossing paths I dare say…

      1. Belgrade was a top contender for me but better flight options and night train access to Istanbul sealed the deal on Sofia to me. Haven’t made it to Ukraine yet, but my fingers are crossed I finally make it there this year. Anyway, give me a shout if you find yourself in Bulgaria – hope we cross paths someday soon!

        1. I agree on every point. Caught up with Megan Starr yesterday (apparently you two know each other!) and I said exactly the same thing re: Belgrade vs Sofia… and for sure I’ll be in Bulgaria sooner or later, do the same if you make it to Kiev.

  2. I like the fact that despite your tight traveling schedule, you managed to take some shots of the local cats. I’ve been inspired by your travels and I believe that will remain the case in the foreseeable future. One question: have you ever returned to Australia since 2012?

    1. Hey Bama – yes, cat shots are essential!

      I’ve returned to Australia twice – each time for a few weeks only, and I continued to live from my backpack whilst there, moving between friends and family. I went back the first time for a wedding, the second (sadly) to see a very sick, very good friend. I’m planning on another visit soonish, just not exactly sure when. I’ll have to swing through Jakarta on the way ;)

  3. Hi Nate,

    Greeting from San Antonio, TX. I really enjoy reading your posts, and often find myself refreshing the site, in hopes of new content. I was wondering if you were able to recommend any other travel blogs that you enjoy in particular. Goodluck in your next journey!

    1. Ahh Alexandro! Thanks for a great comment. I promise, I’m trying harder to get new content more regularly. Once, along time ago, I did pass through San Antonio (as it turns out, a great story began there, I drove most of the way from San Antonio to NYC). One day I’ll write about it.

      I recommend check it out!

      1. I actually drove from SA to NY this past summer, so I’m curious about your experience. Thank you for the recommendation, I will check it out.

        Looking forward to your next piece.

  4. Hi Nate and Phillipa – into our 4th year of long term travel, although this year we did spend longer back in Perth- a long story. We’re finally going broach the Balkans and have many many questions for you both.
    We’re flying into Milan mid August. Spending 5 days there then onto friends on Trieste. Towards the end of August we’re heading to the Balkans via Slovenia. We’re thinking of hiring a car and just winging the next 5- 6 weeks . Is this possible on our limited budget or are we nuts? Money is always a bit tight for us retired types and we don’t mind a bit of down market accom. – think the back blocks of India!
    Always love your blog – say hi to Phillips for me…. what a woman!! Cheers .. Georgie.

  5. I like all the photos. Especially the last one, a classic :)

    Your pic on I-ran, does indeed make it seem developed, but through closer inspection, the buildings look badly built. ;(

    Interesting blog. Will be back soon. Bookmarked! :P

  6. Traveling rekindles the thirst for learning that we once had as a child, when we marveled at something we had never seen, turned to the person beside us, and demanded with bursting curiosity, “What’s that?” Traveling is basically a never-ending learning experience disguised as adventure. History books are one thing, but exploring another country brings the pages of that history book back to life. We learn from museums and galleries, from café corners and late-night conversations with locals, from the language of our host country.

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