Hey there, welcome to Kolumnista! I’m Alex, and this blog’s my way of spilling the beans on what travel really feels like—not the polished Instagram version, but the raw, messy, life-changing kind. Growing up, I thought travel was for rich folks or retirees with fat savings accounts. I’d scroll through social media, drooling over photos of far-off places, wondering how the heck people my age were out there living it up in Bali or Budapest. Sound familiar? I was stuck in that “maybe someday” mindset until I said screw it and booked a one-way ticket to Thailand in my mid-20s. No plan, no travel buddy, just a backpack and a gut feeling. That trip cracked my world open, and I’ve been chasing stories ever since.
I launched this blog to prove travel isn’t just for the “lucky” few. You don’t need a fat bank account or a perfect itinerary. Sometimes you just need the guts to go—alone, broke, or both.My posts are for anyone who’s ever dreamed of seeing the world but felt held back by money, fear, or not knowing where to start.
I share tips on traveling cheap (hello, $2 noodle bowls), navigating solo, and finding the hidden gems most guides skip. Plus, I love hearing from you—your stories, your questions, your own travel wins.This isn’t just my space; it’s ours.
I’m Alex, a 28-year-old from a small town in Ohio where “vacation” meant a weekend at the lake. I grew up in a big, loud family—third of six kids, always fighting for the last slice of pizza. Travel wasn’t on the radar; we were more about backyard barbecues than boarding passes. After college, I was restless, stuck in a cubicle job that drained my soul. Then I stumbled across a travel vlog about van-lifers in New Zealand, and it was like a lightbulb went off. I saved every penny, quit my job, and booked that Thailand trip in 2019. Since then, I’ve roamed 30+ countries, from Georgia’s wine-soaked feasts to Mexico’s Day of the Dead madness.
I’m not a trust-fund kid or a full-time influencer. I’ve scraped by on hostel budgets, learned to haggle like a pro, and figured out how to stretch a dollar across continents. Along the way, I’ve had my share of flops—missed buses, sketchy guesthouses, and one very regrettable street food incident in Delhi. But every misstep taught me something, and I’m here to pass that on. My blog’s packed with personal essays, offbeat routes, and interviews with locals who’ve shown me what their home’s really about. I’m hooked on the little things—the way a city smells at dawn, the stories behind a street vendor’s smile, or the random conversations that stick with you forever.