Category: Travel

Left of Bang turns Combat Hunter lessons into a practical guide for building baselines, spotting clustered behavioral anomalies, and acting early on instinct-backed warning signs to prevent violence before the “bang,” making it essential reading for travelers and anyone serious about personal security.

Adventure has its own discipline: it makes you earn every mile, read every piece of water, and accept that the best days are sometimes the ones where you catch nothing except the truth about why you came.

In Rio, where rainforest meets surf and glass balconies overlook stacked mosaics of tin and prayer, I learned that the state, the narcos, and the civilians breathe the same air while fighting different wars that end at dawn and begin again by night.

On a 100 percent VA disability check, I learned that living overseas turns $3,800 into freedom, community, and purpose in a way the States makes you pay extra for.

In that interrogation room, I realized privacy isn’t a right anymore—it’s a permission slip the government can revoke at will.

Quiet Skies was a $200 million-a-year ghost hunt that swapped due process for paranoia and turned air marshals into glorified skybound voyeurs with clipboards.

A teenager in high-vis workwear, armed with a shotgun and a fake bomb, walked onto a Jetstar flight at Avalon Airport—exposing a glaring security failure that could have ended in catastrophe.

Arthur Frommer, the man who made budget travel a reality for millions, has passed—but his legacy of affordable adventures lives on.

In the chaos of Tucumcari’s cellblock B, I learned that survival wasn’t just about keeping your ramen—it was about holding onto your sanity with a plastic cereal bowl and a good dose of absurdity.

In this excerpt from Brandon Webb’s, The Red Circle, he shares his crazy journey to the SEALs team and how he got kicked off the boat and left alone in the Pacific Ocean when he was 16.

Stiffing a nine-year-old guide and handing a kid my sweat-soaked “Runs with Scissors” T-shirt in lieu of payment, I found myself seething and shirtless, contemplating the karma of my actions amidst the labyrinthine alleys of Fez.

Under the vast canvas of Baja’s night sky, amidst the rhythmic crash of waves, I find unparalleled clarity and peace, a reminder of the necessity to immerse ourselves in nature’s untamed beauty for the sake of our sanity.