Beauabram’s Travels

Sup peoples, nothing like a long boring week of State mandated testing to get your thoughts geared on the Big Trip. I am working on getting to Tanzania/Kenya by the turn of the new year ‘08 so that I may scale Ol’ Kilimanjaro and then once said scaling is accomplished, reward myself with a couple of weeks on Zanzibar the Spice Island. I’m quite in love with the island through it’s name and the pictures I have been able to peruse through my long periods of inactivity watching kids both bubble in answer sheets and lose the will to live at the same time. Education is a beast all unto itself I think, I’ve never met so many people uninterested in their own educations, reading, literacy etc. But I have done digressed again.

Yeah, Tanzania, East Africa. The more I look the more I become completely enamored with another place, idea or adventure and realize this one thing over and over again and that is–12 months ain’t shit. So much to see and do, Maybe I’ll just be a human boomerang and keep throwing myself out into the Wilds. Alas, with problems like these, right? I would like to formally ask any and all reading this drivel to do me the honor of perhaps making suggestions, anywhere, any reason. I’m just always curious to hear from people with either unrealized dreams or past experiences with travel, both good and bad. So, go ahead I’m listening.

Bed Time.

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Starting in July (towards the end) I will be heading off to all points west as I begin a 12 month journey around the world. I have been thinking about this for a long time, and now I have taken the steps to get me, my backpack and my clean pair of drawers on a plane and head west from LA until I come ’round again to Houston.

For those who know me (probably 99% will, and out of that percentage let me take this opportunity to say hello to my mom) my name is Beau Brown. You might be wondering why my blog is called Beauabram’s Travels, and for that I need to take an early tangent to explain my legal name and the confusion it causes. When I was born, and after the parades in my honor and the endless parties had at last ended celebrating my arrival, my parents and grandparents locked horns on what to name me, the first born of Naomi and Garland Brown. Mom and pops were keen on Beau–the older generation wanted something biblical, Abraham. Both sets were not to be moved from the positions on my moniker and rather than either one give, they decided upon a compromise. Now this is great if you are divvying up land between two warring tribes, settling a legal dispute or even trying to placate a whiny girlfriend into making you a sandwich if you agree to watch The Gilmore Girls with her (that’s actually win-win:it’s a terrific dramedy with a heart of gold). BUT, ladies, gentleman and mom, its no way to settle a dispute over a NAME! So, without dragging on too much longer, they took the best of both names and called me, that’s right–Beauabram Brown. Terrific, right? My name takes on the look of a corporate merger gone wrong, and had my parents not decided in their claimed victory to call me Beau anyways, who knows what emotional scars would have beset me through my youth?

But I digress. My name is Beau Brown I’m a Spanish teacher, and I love traveling, soccer and girls. Not in that order, and usually never at the exclusion of the other two, although if I had a choice, I would love to travel to Milan to watch an Inter game with my soccer loving girlfriend–but for now, that remains a dream. Anywho, as I started this with a simple statement of my intended departure, I should follow by saying I will be heading through the South Pacific and Southeast Asia before I have to push on, and from there I know I want to do Africa and South America but some of the dates begin to get fuzzy, although Carnival in Rio sounds like too good of a time to pass up. Check it out here.