Humanity's Most Scarce Resouce

Humanity's Most Scarce Resouce

it’s few and far between… 

One hundred years ago, there were 1.5 billion people on earth; now there are over 7 billion crowding our fragile planet, even so, there are places barely touched by humanity. This makes me happy and sad at the same time. To see Mother nature claiming her territory to produce a euphoric scene of awesomeness, yet for so little of us to appreciate it. But THIS… this is only the tip of the iceberg.

I have a hypothesis that I plan on testing this summer….It is that:

The unknowns of travel create a unique opportunity…. to capture the world’s most scarce natural resource — authentic, yet spontaneous contact with other members of our species, at a most human level.

Our strongest memories will be those spent with strangers, who became friends in the void between a smile and a handshake.

A void filled with the breakdowns, breakups, innovations , ceremonies, rituals, dance, oh so much dancing, and shared knowledge erupting primordial emotions out of us.

A sense of belonging beyond any four walls that comfort us will be created. I’m looking to challenge the very range of human imagination beyond a narrow modality of thought. Dreaming up the possibilities in a compact car…quite possibly pulled by a yak. The charities we sponsor capture these resources while the Mongol Rally provides the perfect platform to bask in it.

I’m a nomad at heart. I’ve never felt a sense of belonging to any individual physical place. My home is wherever my family is. I think this is because I moved a lot when I was younger. As a child, I grew up in SoCal, then traveled around the world my fifth grade year (LA > Istanbul > Singapore > Manila > Seoul > Jeju > Jakarta > Honolulu > LA > Colorado Spring > Kona > Batangas), then to Cainta, Rizal in the Philippines for 5th grade through 12th grade. Though my family never really stay in a house very long, the longest being maybe a couple year stint. Traveling was what I assumed everyone did.

Philippines, my second first home

Now as an adult, I travel as much as I can. I’d save a bit then go away for a weekend to visit, my buddy in Denver or have a dance in the frigid cold rivers in Zion. The ideal weekend would be to leave Thursday night go backpacking in the Rockies, Friday through Sunday, almost die from the lack of altitude change going from sea level (weaksauce lungs from Cali) to a 11,0000 ft above sea level, then fly back Sunday night or Monday morning back to my dreadful gray cube. At my cube, all the feels of confinement set in. A slow onset of office claustrophobia cripple my lungs as I look back to the weekend, full of blissful memories among friends outdoors.

I’m the one that looks like he’s about to die and only thinking about donuts and coffee… mmm.. .donuts

Tired, but happy. Yup. Happy. also possible dehydrated and about to cry… but memories aren’t created without authentic emotions

I truly believe no one is supposed to be cubified, if that’s a word. Sad gray cubicles are death, stifling all life out a person. So when Marshal and Josiah came to me with the idea of doing the Mongol Rally, to drive from London to Mongolia across 24 countries, 8 time zones, 5 mountain ranges, and 3 deserts! I decided enough was enough!

So humans, soon to be friends, between London and Mongolia, here I come.. starting July 19th, so please wait for me!!!



Mommy…a’int nothing but a thang

Mommy…a’int nothing but a thang

The Great Yakception + GIFs…

The Great Yakception + GIFs…