Almost every day in 2014, I showered. More or less, I ate three meals a day. I wasted time on the internet. Bought fruit, Vodka, and packets of chips from the local market. Dined out at restaurants, some fancy, some greasy. Caught buses, and hailed taxi’s. Took a flight here and there. Fist-bumped street-rats and wolf packs, all over the world. I got up for a few sunrises this year, mostly so I could turn to Phillipa, put a phone to my ear and say “Ah, Jesus. I wish you could see this. I’m gonna make you rich, Bud Fox. Yeah. Rich enough, you can afford a girl like Darien.” She always rolls her eyes. Usually, I slept in. For the most part, it’s a fairly regular life. Even so, as 2015 rolls around, I still don’t have a job, or a permanent home. And, I don’t know where I’ll be next week, most weeks. But, this year, I’ve been fortunate to be doing what I love, almost every single day.
Sri Lanka, Kosovo, United Arab Emirates, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Turkey, Bulgaria, Serbia, Macedonia, Albania, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Montenegro, Singapore, Malaysia, and Australia. Eighteen countries, six virgins, and the other twelve were old flames reignited. Maybe a hundred or so cities and towns, what more can I say. If I had to rank them, Belgrade would be top billin’ on the city list, and Bishkek takes an honorable mention. As for ordering the countries, that would truly be impossible. Everywhere I visited, I had the time of my life.
This year I wrapped up an epic road trip, and said goodbye to Nancy in Serbia. Attended a bucks night and wedding in Australia, and then showed some folks the Balkans. Spent too long in Bishkek, got too drunk on a train from Kazakhstan to Uzbekistan. Waved to Papa Francesco in Albania. Walked around Khujand with a Wolf Child, visited friends in Bulgaria, twice, and had old mates from back home travel over 14,000 km’s, just to say hello. I continued my love affair with the Balkans. Made some new friends, and, reassuringly, in 2014 I enjoyed the company of almost every human-being I met, all over the world. Even that mother-fucker in Sri Lanka.
Technology continues to make this nomadic lifestyle easier. When I’m tired of hotels, I find an apartment. If I need to speak to someone, or handle my shiz back home, I can make a call from almost anywhere. Being lost, has become an active choice. Planning ahead is increasingly unneccessary, as any logistical information I need is usually at my finger tips. But, as the world becomes smaller, and more accessible, it’s becoming more difficult to really be anywhere beyond the tentacles of the Western grid. That’s not a bad thing, or a good thing – but it is a thing. If you want to go somewhere truly unexplored, remote, and unknown, better do it sooner rather than later.
And, I’m not yet bored. The opposite – I remain fascinated by this planet. The historical, the modern, and the ever-changing present. There remains so much I haven’t seen. Simple, but meaningful pleasures. Pecking away at new languages. Learning about new cultures. Preferably, sub-cultures. Comparing BBQ. Sampling the local tipples. Learning the handshakes. Let’s just say, after being on the road for 885 days, I still feel I’m just getting started.
I’ve ended 2014, and will commence 2015, in Dushanbe, Tajikistan. Really, I don’t know where I’ll be next week. It all depends on the Turkmenistan consulate, and my tranist visa application. Latest email I received, in it’s entirety: “do not worry now all ok announced later when I received a response to your request”. Hashtag, WTF. Either way, within a few weeks from now I’ll be back in Iran.
All things considered, in 2015 I’ll make a resolution to continue my unplanned lifestyle of semi-homeless recalcitrating itinerancy.
And, to I’ll continue striving to make Yomadic the best fucking travel website in the history of the entire planet.
So, stick around.
Happy New Year.
PS, thank you, genuinely, for being here.
PPS, all photos were taken on the journey from Khujand to Dushanbe, the capital of Tajikistan.
15 thoughts on “This Man Was Forced to Write a Year End Article – You’ll Be Shocked at What Happened Next”
Awesome stuff Nate; I’ll never tire of your travels, thanks for exploring such amazing places for me/us. Happy New Year to you and Philippa.
Cheers Phoebe! Happy to you and your family, and have great 2015.
Happy New Year to you as well. Have completely enjoyed following your travels this past year and looking forward to see what you get into next year! :-) Safe travels.
Thanks Scott! Have a great 2015!
Keep this amazing blog going, mate. It’s always an inspiring pleasure to read your adventures. And next time you pass by in Mitrovica, Kosovo please get in touch. Several beers and stories are on me ;) J.
Happy new year Nate! Hope to meet you around the Balkans sooner or later! Best wishes from Athens :)
You never know where we will meet, but we seem to cross similar territory so it’s bound to happen. Enjoy Athens, take some great photos, and happy 2015.
“And, I’ll continue striving to make Yomadic the best fucking travel website in the history of the entire planet.”
You’re already there! Roll on 2015 and a happy new year to you both!
haha cheers Don! Happy New Year!
Of any dream that could be a shared dream it would be with you , phillipa, me and my girl expressing gratitude to an open road, deep respect for others and the challenge of living a life fullfilled.
To blazed new trail and a adventourous 2015! Happy New Year Nate! May I be blessed to finally meet you face to face in some balkan city …
It would be a world that wasn’t quite fair, if we never failed to cross paths. Best wishes for 2015!
Thanks Nate and have a lovely New Year too full of more great travels and more days where you can do what you like the most :)
I can’t wait to see what 2015 brings and look forward to reading more of your stories.
Hopefully we’ll be making it along to some of the countries you’ve written about in 2014, you’ve certainly done a great job in getting the brain ticking over.
Please keep writing and posting pictures. I thoroughly enjoy every post, including your insight and ideals of what travel should be. Thanks.
Here’s to more drunken train travel and trips to places most folks have never heard of, or shithouse governments suggest are unsafe/unworthy of our time.
Travel well and write hard!