Ruins of Olympos
I work up early and snuck out of the treehouse while the baby and my wife slumbered on. I walked down to the water for a morning swim but before I reached the beach, I saw ruins in the fog shrouded jungle to either side of the trail. I followed this irrigation ditch and came upon these ruins of ancient Olympos standing as if time had forgotten them. I felt the feeling that true explorers get – even if it was only for a fleeting instant and then whisked away by the reality that I wasn’t discovering anything…still, it set the stage for a magical morning swim and a magical day when I returned to my family, still sleeping in the trees.
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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