ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Name: Travis Bell.
Residence: Melbourne, Australia.
Occupation: A long-held ambition to become a millionaire author has been placed on hold, due to the realisation it will require me to actually finish my abandoned-more-times-than-I-care-to-count novel. In the meantime, I have managed to fund my overseas expeditions, while simultaneously avoiding the responsibilty of establishing a real career, by undertaking a variety of mostly unrelated occupations. These include Radio Station Assistant, Bank Teller, Video Camera Salesperson, Photographic Store Manager, Freelance Writer, Visual Merchandiser and Video Editor.
Education: Official education includes an RMIT Diploma in Corporate Video Production, an ARA Diploma in Retail Business Management and a Certificate IV in Media from Holmesglen TAFE. Unofficial education includes a steady diet of movies, television and the internet, plus a gargantuan pile of books in my spare room that threatens to end my engagement.
ABOUT THE STORIES
The stories on this site began life in a variety of ways. Many started out as e-mails to family and friends, while others were just abstract thoughts that came into my head on long plane, train or automobile journeys (most later scrawled on scrap paper so I wouldn’t forget them). A few were written after the fact specifically for this site.
Regardless of their origin though, all of the stories here are genuine and took place on one of my various world adventures between 2002 and 2010. The only liberty I’ve taken with their accuracy is the order in which they appear (in other words, nothing here is even remotely close to being in chronological order).
ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHY
All of the travel photography featured on the site is my own.
All celebrity images, artwork, logos, and other non-travel shots (generic images of hot dogs, exhaust pipes, etc) have been sourced either from stock photo websites or Wikimedia Commons. These “borrowed” shots have been used on occasions when I felt a story needed something other than a typical travel photo, or when I didn’t have a suitable image of my own. The latter may have occured for a number of reasons, including (but not limited to) laziness, forgetfulness, complete absorption in my surroundings, or in the case of the title story, a tequila festival in Tijuana that was offering all-you-can-drink shots for forty pesos.