Darnell Lamont Walker

Darnell Lamont Walker, a self-professed traveling foodie, has been found sitting at tables eating baby goat sweetbreads, drinking tequila, and laughing loudly with strangers. The writer, filmmaker, artist, and sometimes photographer puts happiness above all.
  • Rachel Travels + Why All Black Folk Should

    What could easily be a pickup line from the slightly above average man to the regular-degular woman, was a simple understanding on my part of the life Rachel Hill is currently conquering, and with a smile no less. “When was your last home-cooked meal? Let’s make that happen for...
  • Sex in the Airbnb or Nah?

    Hotel alternatives are launching quickly and more and more of us are taking full advantage, getting more out of those few vacation hours our bosses hesitantly give us. After all, it makes no sense to pay $100 per night for two double beds and a nightstand on the outskirts...
  • Beyond Charlottesville: We Out!

    Darnell Lamont Walker, a Charlottesville native and Charlottesville High School alum, Zy Bryant, a current Charlottesville High School student and activist, and Passport Required, will take Charlottesville Area high school students to South Africa for a cultural exchange experience of a lifetime. “Imagine what could happen if you show...
  • Berlin In Autumn: Things To Do.

    “One of the things I love most about Germany, especially Berlin,” he said, “is that it acknowledges its wrongdoings and the people try their hardest to make up for the sins of their grandparents.” And I knew then why I felt so welcomed and why so many of my...
  • Go to Prague, They Said: Ten Things

    It must have been God that put our Airbnb in the same building as an Indian restaurant and a Vietnamese restaurant. He knows my heart, even when I sometimes doubt him. No matter in what country, city, province, or chicken truck I found myself, I’d always meet travelers who’d...
  • How To Find Drugs When Traveling.

    Like Daddy Fat Sacks, I’d just puffed a whole order of that Presidential, my heart was beating so damn fast. And I sat there, stuck, wondering why I went back on my promise to never smoke weed again. But hey, I was traveling, I met some strangers, and much...
  • Nobody Called Me A Nigger Today: Notes On Traveling While Black & American

    There’s a train line not far from Anne Frank’s house and it’s not clearly defined where the humans should walk, so I walked down the middle of the street to steer clear of the bikes that already almost killed me several times. Fingers tapped my shoulder, fingers attached to...
  • McDonald’s > DC Brunch: And Other Things To Do

    For the most part, my D.C. friends are quite pretentious, bourgeois, and fancy, and hop at the chance to prove all of the above to anyone looking, and they’ve been in too deep for so long, they’ve forgotten their oodles o’ noodles roots and they’ve forgotten about everything else...
  • The Nine Fare Society: Feast & Reconciliation

    Simply put, I want to go to a beautiful place with beautiful people and talk, eat, drink, and open up. I want to build new sanctuaries that burn once we leave and I want to fall in love with everyone I come into contact with while there. We’ll talk...