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  • Come My Tan-Faced Children. Come Fly With Me.

    Life is about the adventure, the excitement, the thrill, and the pioneering. Passport Required is looking for the pioneers to join the explorations into the unknown. We detachments steady throwing, Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown...
  • Fly With Me: Bogotá, Colombia

    Passport Required’s first international trip to Bogotá, Colombia was absolutely amazing; from the food to the people. The adventures were plentiful, the laughs were loud, and the art was…colorful and unforgettable. This is Colombia, not Columbia, through our eyes. La Candelaria, the Graffiti Tour, Monserrate, Usaquén, Zona T, and...
  • Bogotá is Not for Tourists

    I’ve never been one to read reviews on Yelp or Travel Advisor or just about anything else because the world has somehow become full of bitter, angry people, and people who spew foolishness to be noticed over the last few years, it just feels great to develop my own...
  • Bogota: Day Two in my Big Boots

    “When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.” – Winnie-the-pooh. If you’ve ever traveled with me, you know my Big Boots aren’t boots at all, but a pair of old Chucks that are probably a mile...
  • Intersections & Second Chances & Good Food: Paris

    As a wanderer, I love getting lost. The way my heart beats when nothing around me is familiar is amazing. Strangers must become friends for a few minutes, and everything in sight becomes a tool that might be needed in the escape. After the ticket is purchased, I rarely...
  • Saving Black Boys, Fixing White Girls, Partying, and King’s Day

    I’m sitting in the hostel lobby, knowing if I had a bigger, thicker coat, I’d hit the streets and walk until a stranger gave me a ride back. But it’s fucking cold, and I’ve had too much food over the last few days, and too many milk products today...
  • Oslo, Norway?! No Way!

    A bad play on words, I’m aware. But wow! No way this city is this amazing. Where is the ugliness? The parts that remind me of summers in Detroit (not on my grandma’s street, but those streets me and my cousins would bike just to feel good about out...
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  • Dedicated To Robert Doisneau

      When I was 18 I saw this photo by Robert Doisneau of two lovers kissing by the Hotel De Ville in Paris: It’s been my favorite photo for years. Just the realness and rawness of it. I want to know who they are, what happened before and what...