2 NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCES
✖️ so far ✖️
These are a few ways to quantify what has happened since Peter’s Big Adventure was launched in 2014.
I’m Peter, and I love swapping stories. From vicious attacks by Hungarian hunting dogs, to time spent in Thai prison with jihadists and lady-boys for cellmates, to terminal diagnoses from Indonesian doctors, to boat trips down the Amazon River, to run-ins with Moroccan drug traffickers, to delivering babies on the Angolan bush, to tearful weeks spent lost in the Himalayas, I’ve heard a lot of crazy stories from people. And my response to those stories usually goes something like this: “WTF! Why are you not writing this down??!”
That’s what this site is about: sharing stories. No matter how ridiculous, stupid, or inappropriate something is, so long as it is true, and travel-relevant, I’ll write about it. In doing so, unless I’m writing a guide, I’ll do my best to steer clear of the now-clichéd lists of things to do/see, and keep it real for you. You can read that anywhere, and this ain’t Buzzfeed.
🤷♂️ About Me & This Website 👨💻
I was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio, educated in Boston, Massachusetts, and I got my first taste of true travel the age of 12, alone, playing soccer on a dirt field on the Pacific coast of Northern Mexico with a bunch of local guys wearing sombreros. It was a hell of a way to get my feet wet, and travel has been part of the deal ever since. In the years that have passed since then, I have spent time exploring Latin America, Europe, and even lived in Madrid (Spain) for a while. However, this site wasn’t launched until I moved from Boston to Hanoi (Vietnam) to work as an English teacher, and to be perfectly honest, it probably would not have grown to be what it is today if it wasn't for one unfortunate trait: anxiety.
Anxiety has been a life-long struggle for me. It colors almost every moment of every day, and it does its best to prevent me from doing the things that I want to do. This blog began as a way to verify my well-being to friends and family when I moved to Hanoi, but as time went on, it grew into something much more important. It challenged me. It held me accountable. It forced me to do and experience things that I otherwise might not have, anxiety be damned. It's still common for me to be up all night worrying when I have a flight the next day (I'm a nervous flyer), but come sunrise, I'm gritting my teeth and getting on the plane. Some might call it an elaborate coping mechanism (and they wouldn't be entirely wrong), but I see as a way to be intentional about writing my own story. Pun intended.
Eventually I left Hanoi to live out of a backpack for months on end. And finally, after a year and a half of globetrotting, I crash-landed back in the U.S. for some down time, relocating to Nashville, Tennessee. However, just because I'm back state-side for the time being doesn't mean I'm pressing pause. Peter's Big Adventure continues, one country at a time.
👋 Shout-Outs 🙏
The further I travel, the more my faith in humanity is affirmed. Very little of this would have been possible without the help and encouragement of the all the amazing people I've met along the way. I want to take a moment to say thanks to Jessica, Kris, Phil, Elise, Ngoc, Lam, John, Maria, Thuy, Linh, Thang, Alexis, Lai, Etienne, Andrew, Camilla, Kendall, Josh, Riasat, Sujoy, Gummi, Matthildur, Otan, Nicky, Angie, Mé, Knox, Nik, Joe, Corey, Dan, Buddy, Luke, Lizzie, Dad, Mom, and all the other nameless people who have shown me so much underserved kindness throughout my travels. It's because of you guys that this I'm still doing this.
Next Destination: 🇮🇹
(bonus points if you know what flag that is)