Author Archives: Christian DeBenedetti

Texas Twister [The Unfriendly Skies]

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We married on Valentine’s day left the next day for Texas. Our first fight out was delayed for de-icing we made it to our second stop but the plane we were to get on had a problem with the door: … Continue reading

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Seeing Stars [Drive Like Hell]

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It happened in Granados, Mexico, in the summer of 1997. I was 13 and visiting relatives on a family vacation. After a feast with family, laughing together, we got into the back of red pick-up truck. Seat belts in a … Continue reading

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Floating to Paradise on the S.S. Montezuma [Howl of Nature]

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After a semester abroad in Costa Rica, I traveled with a friend through Central America. We missed the last ferry from Guatemala to Belize, so we hitched a ride on a large canoe that was filled with at least fourteen … Continue reading

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Damn the Mosquitoes [When Animals Attack]

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In order to reach India in time to watch the monsoon make landfall, I had to leave so abruptly I didn’t have time for all my shots. The only thing I needed to worry about, my doctor said, were mosquitoes. … Continue reading

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One Last Chip and Salsa for Papa [Insult, Meet Injury]

Posted by Christian DeBenedetti in Adding Insult to Injury, Airport "Food", Nothing to Declare, Salsa of Doom, Viva Mexico | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Our family traveled for an unlucky reason: a reunion to commemorate the premature death of my father. Right after the funeral, the relatives still needed to be together, so we agreed to meet in Mexico to hug, cry, and wind down. We were … Continue reading

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Deep Trouble [X Marks the Spot]

Posted by Christian DeBenedetti in Amateur Hour, Close Calls, Off The Map, Survival, X Marks The Spot | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

In 1961 two friends and I decided to explore the limestone caves of West Virginia. I had a map that caving friends had given me and so we headed south from Pittsburgh. Sure enough we found an entry hole just … Continue reading

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American Confidence [Hotel Hell]

Posted by Christian DeBenedetti in "Study" Abroad, Breaking and Entering, Close Calls, European Delights, Hotel Hell | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Travel, when undertaken with the correct élan, can be as much about reinforcing national stereotypes as breaking them down. One of the great and unique advantages of being in a place where no one knows you is that you can … Continue reading

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Where the Wadi Meets the Road [Water Water Everywhere]

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Finding English speakers can be a little hit and miss in Oman. While some locals speak perfectly, others struggle to even understand our very basic attempts at pronouncing place names in ‘gringo’ Arabic  – but it’s not for want of … Continue reading

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The Shipwreck Drowned My Homework [Semester-at-Scream]

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In 1963, my wife and I set out on a round the world cruise with over 500 undergraduates in an old tub converted to a floating university. We approached Alexandria, Egypt in a storm so nasty that all the other … Continue reading

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How to Survive a 1,000-Foot Fall [X Marks the Splat]

Posted by Christian DeBenedetti in Amateur Hour, Bad Asses, Close Calls, European Delights, Mountain Madness, Off The Map, Survival, X Marks the Splat | Leave a comment

He fell off with his ice axe tied to the back of his rucksack. “I remember at the start of it, from when I first slipped, trying to slow my speed; trying to slow myself down so I could hopefully stop. Every time I started to slow myself down I would go over a cliff and pick up speed again and as this process continued, I just kept going.” Continue reading

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