The Wayward Walrus is for everyone who was told to stop their daydreaming but kept daydreaming anyway, My travel tales a little quirky, a little awkward and a little bit wayward. This little slice of cyberspace is for the explorers, the dreamers and (mostly) doers who seem to have their lives together on the outside, but have a zest for life that extends beyond the comforts of home – and occasionally indoor plumbing.
The Wayward Walrus was birthed through a
not so healthy amount of skepticism for status quo expectation, boredom of the environment around me and a lack of attention to “real life” things. Then one day “If not now, then when?” was scribbled in typewriter font across some scoffingly cliche Pinterest quote. Yet somehow, someway those five words stuck to me like peanut butter in a dogs mouth. While coming to the conclusion that the notion of ready simply does not exist, The Wayward Walrus unfolded like a fitted sheet to fullfil the emerging generation of explorers refusing to live a life meant for others.
But I have to ask, why a walrus?
While I’m fully aware I could have associated with a more diginified animal, the walrus will always hold a special place in my heart. With ties to my prevailing childhood obsession for the The Beatles, a life lived in a constant state of awkward, and a seemingly wayward outlook to life’s shenanigans, all other names paled in comparison. And thus the The Wayward Walrus echoed like a catchy pop song you hate to love.
I could then tell you how 3 months alone backpacking in Europe changed my life. How it gave me stories like the time I was thrown into the most notorious club in Berlin with an Isreali, a stout German man and his Russian mail -order bride. Or how I got lost in a Bratislavan, post-soviet, ghetto searching for a train station that didn’t exist. Or when I rock climbed alone to the top of a peak in the Slovenian Julian Alps for a view of Earth from the heavens. Or how I’m currently on a year long backpacking adventure across the world with no set end date in mind.
I could tell you I grew up in Orlando surrounded by tourists and wanting nothing more than to escape. I could tell you all these things about me but what’s the fun in all that? I’ll leave you decide what The Wayward Walrus is all about. But just know, the road will be bumpy, not always glamorous but what I can promise, is that it will always be real.