Tim’s Nomad Diaries

Cruising down the freeway at 180 KM/Hr. in a new Jaguar Executive with Shin, his girlfriend Yokoma, and 21 year-old sister Ioma; man, talk about hitchhiking in style huh? Shin’s IPOD is loaded with every classic eighties song fathomable; I select Bon Jovi living on a prayer.

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I have a dream. A dream where all male genitalia can live in a world free of persecution, together in peaceful and harmonious serenity; a place where man does not build walls of distrust and points out the differences and discrepancies within one and other, but rather rejoices in the commonalities that unite us all. Tolerance. Love. Compassion. And, the Holy Shaft of fertility, the Great Cock that put us on this planet and gives us Life. A calling to all of the Penii out there, all shapes and sizes, colors and creeds, curved or cut–it matter not, let us all come together for a better fertile and free world.

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Sinking into the seat, after back to back nights in airports–one in Uzbekistan and one in Narita (outside of Tokyo), with my two bulky bags leaning against me and a huge content with life smile implanted across my face, still leftover from Turkey. I look around at all the foreign faces and think to myself how this place is more unlike any place that I have ever been to.
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A magical place, filled with ‘Fairy Chimneys’, ‘Cones’, and ‘Pigeon houses’. As the sun sets behind one of the many hiking trails at the Rose Valley, its name becomes so elegantly clear and descriptive. (more…)