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Vago Damitio  (@vagodamitio) is the Editor-in-Chief for Vagobond. He jumped ship from a sinking dotcom in 2000 and decided to reclaim his most valuable commodity, time. He bought a VW bus for $100, moved into it and set out on a journey to show the world that it was possible to live life on your own terms. That journey took him from waking up under icy blankets in  the Pacific Northwest to waking up under palm tress in Southeast Asia. Three years later, his first book, Rough Living: Tips and Tales of a Vagabond was published. After diving into the Anthropology of Tourism and Electronic Anthropology at the University of Hawaii (with undeclared minors in film and surf) he hit the road again in 2008. Since that time,he's lived primarily in Morocco and Turkey, married a Moroccan girl he couchsurfed with, and become a proud father. He's been to more than 40 countries, founded a successful online travel magazine (this one!), and still doesn't have a boss. Life is good. You can also find him on Google+ and at Facebook
Goa Hippie Paradise

Goa – Where Old Hippies Go To Die

Goa - where old hippies go to dieIf you grew up around hippies in the 1960s or 1970s you probably heard some stoned dude with a beard longer than an Imam’s talking about Goa and the scene there. The smallest state in India was and is a veritable Mecca for those interested in exotic culture, far out spiritual experience and unregulated drug and alcohol experiences. In the 1980’s Goa seemed to take a turn as a holiday spot for the jetset, but one thing is for sure no matter what decade you come from – Goa has a rep as a party spot that causes a lot of people to shun its potential for wildlife tourism, a safe exotic destination for families or solo travelers.

Goa has always seemed like a place that hippies from Western cultures would go to let loose. A place of hedonistic pleasure and fulfilling the desire for the exotic. To be honest, the past few years, I’ve avoided it because it seemed to be one of those places where young backpackers go to enjoy being away from home for the first time, but in truth – there really is a lot more to Goa than I’d imagined.

Sure, young Brits love to take low cost flights to Goa and it is all of those things I mentioned above, but there are layers to Goa. It has always been one of the top holiday destinations in India and there is a reason it is a top visited place among tourists, vacationers and honeymooners. In a word, Goa is amazing.

Goa Hippie ParadiseDuring the holiday period, Goa is filled with large numbers of tourists from all around the world and of course, the major attractions are the beaches in Goa. Goa beaches are where you can have a perfect holiday trip and everyone knows it. Some of the well known beaches are Palolem Beach, Baga Beach, Candolim beach, Dona Paula Beach and Anjuna beach. Parties, adventure activities and of course, plenty of beach time.

The beaches though, aren’t everything. There are also monuments, churches and wildlife sanctuaries in Goa. Panaji, Mapusa, Dona Paula and Margaon are just a few of the many cities and regions you can visit. Panaji is the capital of Goa and offers architecture, monuments and a lively and interesting culture. Mapusa, the third largest city in Goa is famous for its Friday market and crafts. Dona Paula is a well known beach lover’s paradise – famous for honeymoons. Margaon is a clean, fresh city filled with green spaces. Each place in Goa has its own rich history.
When you are looking for something to do in Goa though, look no further than the water. Snorkeling, Wind Surfing, Speed boating, Canoeing, Para Sailing and more are available. For the land minded you can book jungle safaris into your holiday package.

For the cultural traveler, you will find exotic cuisine, lively festivals and a nightlife that is up to the wildest of expectations. Want to see more of Goa? Why not cruise to Grande Island, St. George Island, Devagh Island, Pigeon Island, Candolim, Calangute, Arossim, Utorda, Mobor or Dona Paula beach?

One thing is for sure, Goa is a world of its own and there is plenty there for even the most intrepid of adventurers but if you are looking for hippies, drum circles and that whole vibe – you will still find it in Goa. It’s where old hippies go to die and young hippies go to find gurus.

The photos in this post are ccImages from the Flickr photostreams of Slavasizov, Iain Tait and Nimboo

cc image of Gulfoss, Iceland courtesy of Bryan Pocious

5 of the World’s Most Amazing Waterfalls

How does one decide which waterfalls are the most amazing in the world? Is it the tallest, the widest, the fastest, or the most scenic? There are just so many to choose from. Check out the story below and be blown away by the magnificent waterfalls that grace our planet.

Victoria Falls, Zambia

cc image of victoria falls courtesy of ebel on FlickrVictoria Falls means “the smoke that thunders” in the language of the Kololo Tribe. It is one of the largest waterfalls in the world. When David Livingstone first stumbled upon it in 1885 he was completely awestruck by its beauty, describing the falls as “scenes so lovely must have been gazed upon by angels in their flight.”

The waterfall is where the Zambezi Rivers drops over a 108 metre vertical wall into a narrow gorge below. The fall at its widest is 1.7 kilometres across. Such is the intensity of the falls that mist can be seen several kilometres away. Pure majesty!

Angel Falls, Venezuela

The Angel Falls are the tallest in the world, dropping an amazing 979 metres from a table top mountain. The falls are frequently shrouded in clouds adding to their mystique and beauty. Getting to the falls is quite an adventure; you will travel by boat for four hours and then a take a 90 minute uphill climb. When you finally spy the falls after all that hard work you will be exhilarated. They are breathtaking.

Iguazu Falls, Brazil

The Iguazu falls are beyond compare. They are made up of 275 different waterfalls across an area of 3 kilometres. The combined flow of water is nature at its most powerful: around 1000 cubic metres per second! Nothing can prepare you for the sense of grandeur that the waterfalls evoke. It is an incredibly energising place; watching the sheer volume of water fall is awe inspiring. There is an abundance of wildlife around the falls, including banded-tail coaties, parrots, toucans and butterflies.

Gullfoss, Iceland

cc image of Gulfoss, Iceland courtesy of Bryan PociousGullfoss means “Golden Falls’ and is arguably Iceland’s most popular waterfall. Gullfoss is unique in that features two separate drops, one a short distance from the first, at right angles to each other. The falls produce glorious sprays of mist that are rainbow filled in certain lights. The Hvita River from whence the falls come is glacial and the colour of the falling water reflects its’ origins. The first drop is 11 metres and the next around 13 metres.

Yosemite Falls, USA

Yosemite Falls are the iconic symbol of the beautiful Yosemite National Park in California. The waterfall drops in three points: the Upper Fall plunges 435 metres; the next drop known as the Middle Cascades, tumbles a further 200 metres; followed by the last drop, The

Lower Fall, which drops a final 100 metres. The Yosemite falls are one of the tallest in the world. The double attraction of the falls is that they are easy to access and stunningly beautiful. The makes them once of the most popular waterfalls to visitors from all over the world.

Cross that Bridge when you come to it

The Dangers of Coming Home – and other Travel Dangers

From 1998 to 2013 – I was pretty well on the road. From 1998 to 2001 I was exploring the USA from North Carolina to Florida to California to Alaska and loosely based in Seattle and Bellingham – with brief periods of stable employment (which wasn’t so stable actually and hence, brief.)  There were a few adventurous trips to Canada, Puerto Rico, the United Kingdom and domestically – but for the most part – I was exploring without fear by thumb, vehicle, and whatever means I could find – I lived in vehicles for extended periods, had rough permanent camps in the forest, and dreamed of jumping to Asia, the Middle East, South America, and Europe.

In 2001, I made that jump – first backpacking and roughing it through China and Southeast Asia and then after the devastating events and effects of September 11th, 2001 – I made the leap to Hawaii – without a doubt, my best move ever.  I lived in Hawaii longer than I’ve ever lived anywhere – and while there took the time to explore the islands, take an extended trip to the Philippines, and thanks to the generosity of my partner at the time, to see a bit of the South Pacific around Tahiti. I also began to feel like I wanted more from life and followed the rather overesteemed course of earning a degree from the University of Hawaii – and in the process borrowing around $28,000 U.S. dollars.  About the time I graduated in 2008, the economy crashed and burned – the destinations I had really wanted to go – Pakistan, Iran, Afghanistan, the Punjab, Iraq – they were mired in war and terrorism and seemed like they would never emerge as a place where a guy could just wander around and check things out – so I crossed them off my list – which really sucks – but was the right decision – which is why you haven’t seen a youtube video of me getting my head cut off – absolutely not worth it.

So, with worthless degree in Anthropology in hand – I set out to explore the rest of the world.  Here’s a funny side note – a big part of the reason I pursued a degree was because I wanted to teach English in Japan and it required a BA in any field – the great recession pushed so many college grads into looking for teaching jobs in Japan that the requirements increased so that only those who majored in education or TEFL or English really had a shot at the jobs – by the time I earned my degree it was worthless for the purpose I’d wanted it for…

With no plan and not much money – I visited family and friends in the USA and caught the first flight to Europe I could afford – bringing me to Barcelona, Spain – I had no intention of returning. None. Zero. Not a bit. Of course, that changed when I met my future wife in Morocco and realized I had to return to the USA to fulfill the paperwork needed to marry her – I chose a girl in a country where there was no option to forego marriage and run away together and where marriage was a paperwork nightmare – so there I was – I came home and gathered my documents – again not intending to return.

Oh, here’s something else – I married a person from a country that most countries don’t want immigrants from and from which many illegal immigrants migrate – so , since by that time I was earning my income from a combination of travel writing, blogging, and off the books hotel and tourism consulting – I wasn’t able to provide the necessary ‘sponsorship’ guarantees or financial records to bring my wife with me to the countries we both wanted to visit – our one attempt to go to Paris ws stymied by the French Authorities despite the fact that we had return flights, reservations at hotels, and a verifiable amount of income in the bank – mainly because my wife was Moroccan and I didn’t have an employer – self didn’t count. So, I travelled on my own…which is kind of a bummer when you are married.

We were limited to a few countries – Turkey being one of them – where we went and lived until the birth of our daughter – I busted balls to ensure my daughter got a US Passport and US Citizenship – but we still had the issue of my wife’s nationality – so, after much thought and discussion and an astounding years worth of paperwork, documentation, and interviews – we returned to the USA to put her on the path to US Citizenship (I returned, she emigrated for the first time) – and here we’ve been since –

And – at this point – about a year and a half in – it feels like we may never be able to escape.  As a family, we couldn’t afford to return to Hawaii – $9 a gallon milk and rents that start at $1500 for mediocre apartments and then go up rapidly – maybe I should have taken the leap right away while we had some savings…instead I thought I would be able to parlay my experience in travel and tourism into a job with a San Francisco startup – since the economy was improving – yeah – haha – the job market never picked up for 40-something year old guys embarking from long periods of self-employment – we couldn’t even afford to rent a house or apartment in California with landlords ignoring our housing references from Turkey and Morocco and demanding first, last, and deposit on living spaces that started at $1800-$2000 – yeah right – $6000 to move in, then the utility deposits, then the other expenses of moving in – and all of that on the heels of moving my family from the other side of the world – it would have left us with nothing – nada- zip – but maybe I should have done it.

Cross that Bridge when you come to it

Instead I moved us to a dying town on the beautiful Oregon coast where we have a nice little 3 bedroom house with big yards, garage, and have managed to open a little antique shop- all for less than a month’s rent in a crappy apartment in Hawaii or San Francisco – but, on the downside – we live in a dying town and making ends meet is not as easy as it was several years ago when single ads on this blog would bring in $400-$800 a year – those days died with all the Google updates and penalties – at one point – Vagobond went from a pagerank 4 to a pagerank 3 – which took my prices down more than 50% – the changing SEO environment took prices down further and most companies stopped paying for ads or sponsored content – I stopped accepting offers when they dropped to $100 or less per annum – not worth the risk – especially when the ads were for finance or casino sites – no thank you.  Travel blogging is pretty much dead for me – it was great to spend four hours a day on content when I was earning money for it, but without the cash – I can’t justify it any longer – which is why there has been so little new content over the past year and a half…Google killed travel blogging, as far as I can see.

But, back to the title of this post – the dangers of coming home. Aside from Google – it’s become very hard to get back on the road – every penny we have gets sucked out – whether by our vehicle (approx $400 per month for gas and insurance and routine maintenance – without major repairs) health insurance, groceries, rent, utilities, and incidentals – we’d love to take a trip to Morocco and see my wife’s family but there is no way we can afford the $6k-$10k it would cost – not to mention the cost of shutting our business for a month…that’s the big danger of coming home – it’s very easy to get stuck – we are stuck with a capital S and every month feels like it could suck us down into a whirlpool of destruction – and that $28,000 I borrowed to pay for my worthless degree? Somehow it has become $40k and I’m on the verge of defaulting – I have no idea what will happen then…

It would be great to just chuck it all and split – but it’s no longer a possibility – our daughter is getting close to school age and we are seeing a huge number of reasons not to put her in public schools – but we have to figure something out – we just don’t want her to turn into one of the cellphone toting zombie girls we see American schools turning out – her vocabulary is already larger than most 16 year olds and she is 3. Oh yeah, let’s send our smart nice kid into a school system that is dumbing down the tests instead of improving the teaching…no way.

Then there is the stuff we see in the news – Turkey – which we love, by the way – is totally screwed with the Islamic State on two borders and violence reviving among it’s own Kurdish population because of the insane policies of Erdogan – then there is the war across the Black Sea from Istanbul in Crimea, Ukraine, and Russia – whoa – way too much going on in Turkey for us to go back right now – WAAAAY TOO MUCH!

Then there is Morocco where they are increasing persecution of foreigners – yeah, maybe it’s just one homosexual who has been arrested but I don’t think so – it’s a broader conservatism which is sweeping the Muslim world and making it dangerous to be a foreigner in Muslim countries – dangerous to be there and then dangerous to come home – and then there’s Ebola which oddly enough landed in the USA before it landed in North Africa – or maybe it did anyway…it’s too early to tell what the disease has done in Africa where reporting is anything but instant…

What about Europe? Same issues as before – my wife is still a Moroccan National – we’re here for that citizenship – we want her to get that blue passport but by the time we get hers, I won’t be surprised if my own gets revoked for defaulting on my student loans- do they do that?

And that, my friends, is the danger of coming home – you might not be able to leave again…be very careful!