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Zambia FEI Coaching Course

In pursuit of my Level I FEI Show Jumping Coaching Certificate... Never one to miss an opportunity when it arrives, I jumped at the chance to enroll in a FEI Level One Coaching course to be held in Lusaka, Zambia. I was earning a decent salary for the first time in a long time while at my latest job in India and the fire within me to travel anywhere outside of the chaotic country left me no choice but to create my own options. I didn’t exactly wait for opportunity to knock…rather I kicked down the door with full force and tackled him in the street. Without hesitating or double checking with my boss, I emailed the hosting countries president of the equestrian federation as well as the president for the United States equestrian federation as to whether or not I had permission to partake in the course. A short exchange of emails and I was in. Many people asked me later why I chose to do the course in Lusaka, rather than a “regular” European country. My response was of cou

Stolen Motorbike in Cambodia

The Story of how I rescued a stolen Scooty Bike I wasn’t really looking for any travel companions, but when I found myself sharing an 8 hour boat ride from Battambang, Cambodia to Siem Reap with several locals and a few die hard backpackers, as soon as the reality of just HOW LONG an 8 hour boat ride down the Mekong actually was kicked in, conversation was inevitable. I hadn’t actually planned where I would stay upon reaching Siem Reap and after 8 hours befriending the other travelers on board, I agreed to share a rickshaw with them to their pre-booked hostel, and be the sixth and final occupant of their dorm room. I shared with them my plan—apart from the trivial matter of where to sleep at night—once reaching Siem Reap, that I would rent a Scooty Bike and explore Angkor Wat on my own. One of the fellow backpackers, a macho man from Manchester, chimed in on his newfound plan to join in on my adventurous idea. Since he was obviously the head honcho of the group,

That Time I Fasted for Ramadan

Whose Idea was this again? People asked me over and over why I made the decision to participate in this religious holiday. Why did I decide to fast for Ramadan? Even every night after the last call to prayer had begun—signaling it was O.K to eat and drink—the Egyptians would gawk at me in confusion and wonderment as to why I would put my body through such torture and misery for a religion and cause that was not my own. After all they had been raised around the experience as children, and their bodies were accustomed over the years to the fast. This didn’t make the idea any less difficult, but it seemed to be enough to strike intrigue and interest in my adamant decision to fast.So why did I want to fast? I wanted to fast for myself and only myself. I wanted to not only prove to myself that it could be done—because let’s face it, Krystal Kelly was never one to quit or back down from a challenge. The real truth was… I was in love with Egypt. The culture, the customs, the langua

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