Welcome to Close Encounters of the Traveling Kind — your not-so-average travel logbook penned by a frequent flier with a curious eye and a healthy sense of humor.
I’m Roamwell. Not a travel agent. Not a full-time nomad. Just someone who travels often enough to accidentally turn into an amateur anthropologist. I notice the way airport carpet patterns change like geological layers, the existential magic of a roadside diner at 3am, and the small-town café that somehow serves the world’s best baklava.
This blog is part postcard, part field notes. You’ll find reflections on destinations, local intel worth scribbling down, and life lessons gathered from rental car queues, conference lobbies, and that one place that only locals know about.
Think of it as a pit stop for fellow travelers — families with strollers and snacks, solo wanderers with Wi-Fi dreams, business trippers chasing deadlines, and anyone with a suitcase full of sarcasm.
From terminals to tuk-tuks, welcome aboard.
— Roamwell
Close Encounters of the Traveling Kind 