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Sittin’ on top of the world

By Jacob Resneck On March 14, 2012 · Leave a Comment

“Goin’ down to the freight yard / Just to meet a freight train / I’m gonna leave this town / Work done got hard / But now she’s gone / And I don’t worry / Because I’m sittin’ on top of the  world…” — Howlin’ Wolf, traditional

MURMANSK, Russia — As the train rumbled north [...]

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The big push to Tbilisi

By Jacob Resneck On October 17, 2011 · 4 Comments

TBILISI, Georgia – The Greek border guard’s unibrow contracted in consternation and then annoyance as he thumbed through my well-worn blue passport. “What is this? This isn’t a passport! This is shit!” He spat out the words as he held the threadbare document with the tips of his fingers as if it had some communicable [...]

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The hitchin’ post

By Jacob Resneck On September 1, 2011 · 5 Comments

GOTHENBURG, Sweden – I’d been warned that hitchhiking in Scandinavia would be no picnic. Despite expensive buses and trains, wide roads with plenty of traffic and lots of empty cars it’s simply not in the culture for people to solicit rides from strangers. In Denmark it had been relatively easy to hitchhike with a (partially [...]

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Three-day shoreleave in the Faroes

By Jacob Resneck On August 22, 2011 · Leave a Comment

TÓRSHAVN, Faroe Islands – Provided you’re not a schizophrenic sociopath, those little nagging voices should be heeded. For every so often there’s a nagging voice in my head goading me to head in a certain direction, usually defying common sense and logic. Often I am rewarded by following this advice, other times it’s folly and [...]

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Soaking in the great divide

By Jacob Resneck On August 17, 2011 · Leave a Comment

SEYDISFJORDUR, Iceland – My approach to travel is to keep minimal expectations. However with Iceland I couldn’t help myself: I wanted to idyllic natural hot springs carved out of rock populated by supple valkyries. Nothing less! So after spending too much time on a work assignment at a fish festival seeking out these natural treasures [...]

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A simple plan

By Jacob Resneck On July 30, 2011 · 4 Comments

HALIFAX, Nova Scotia – The secret to stress-free travel is to keep logistics from getting complicated. So I kept the plan to leave the country simple: Canoe 300+ miles through the Adirondack Mountains, across Lake Champlain, upstream eastward through Vermont, Quebec, New Hampshire into Maine. Then ride my bicycle to Edmundston, New Brunswick and [...]

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The fox in the box and how I was brought to justice

By Jacob Resneck On December 5, 2010 · 11 Comments

KODIAK, Alaska – My finest writing seem to stem from admitting illegal activities whether or not the law happens to catch up with me. In this case they did; I was swiftly brought to justice and it was this very blog what gave me away.
The Alaska State Troopers log tells the story [...]

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Hunting Fate in Bush Alaska

By Jacob Resneck On August 13, 2010 · 4 Comments


DILLINGHAM, Alaska – The story begins in Bangladesh. For the past week it had been a game of hide-and-seek with poodle-sized cockroaches: I would hide, they would seek. I was learning a lot about myself. One such lesson is that I scream like a damsel-in-distress when confronted with an insect larger [...]

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Now it can be told (as I’m safely out of Bangladesh)

By Jacob Resneck On June 20, 2010 · 3 Comments

DILLINGHAM, Alaska – When the voice at the other end of the line said he was a police inspector curious about my activities in Bangladesh, I can’t say I was too surprised. I had been warned by foreigners and locals alike that poking around the country would attract suspicion from the authorities and that surveillance [...]

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Rangamati days, Bandarban nights

By Jacob Resneck On March 25, 2010 · 6 Comments

CHITTAGONG, Bangladesh – I had been waiting a half-hour in the police superintendent’s dingy office, a greasy photocopy of my permission in hand, when the woman with a toddler on her hip appeared. I had gotten as far as the administrative capital Rangamati. My entry had been smoothed over [...]

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