| | | Hey there It’s Francis here with another Friday edition of The Nomad Newsletter. I’m back to my regularly scheduled program of showcasing all of the awesomeness of the nomad life. From the cool countries opening up to location-independent workers, in-depth stories of current nomads, and what the future of digital nomadism looks like for aspiring remote workers — you get it all here. Today’s newsletter is a mixed bag with fascinating articles I found about nomadism AND a cool feature on a book written by someone I’ll “share the stage” with at Digital Nomad Week in December. Also, heads up…I’m solidifying the email types I’ll send to you. For now, every Monday newsletter will be business-related, featuring people and businesses who can help you work from anywhere in the world. Fridays will be reserved for more lifestyle-based content. Just wanted you to have an idea of what to look for each day :) Here’s today’s line-up: 📕 The Book That’s Inspired 1000s of Pre-Nomads & “Created” Wanderlust
🌐 Want to join the digital nomad “internet country”? 🏖️ What Life In Bali As A Digital Nomad Is Really Like 🚜 A NEW European Country Is Launching Their Own Digital Nomad Visa I feel like this issue will feel really “newsy”, especially with the mixed content. Regardless, I’ll think you’ll like it. Let’s dive right in. ____________________ The OG Guide To Long-Term Travel — Put This On Your Book Shelf Vagabonding: An Uncommon Guide To The Art of Long-Term World Travel By Rolf Potts Published in 2002, I found this book 6 or 7 years later in a bookstore in my hometown of Memphis. I was only a teenager at the time, but the idea of traveling the world intrigued me. That’s when I found this book, saw the cover, and thought it’d be an interesting read. Little did I know it was like a fat log that fueled the fire within me to travel the world. |
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| | It’s inspiring, helpful, and filled with details you’ll want to keep in your pocket to remember while you’re on the road. If you’re an aspiring or current traveler, then this should be in the side pocket of your backpack. Now, more than a decade later after reading the book… I’m actually speaking at the same conference as Rolf Potts in December — crazy how life does that to you. ===>Go here to get your copy.____________________
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| Nomads Are Building An “Internet Country”
Not gonna lie — this article was sensational and spooky.
Why?
Not only is the first paragraph alone a wild ride, but it proves just how ready our world is for digital nomads. Just think of all of those countries with freelance and nomad visas. Plus, with work project management software like Slack and Asana, payment methods like Wise and Stripe…
And the ability to do online work from home, like copywriting, design, editing, research, and other skills…
It’s easy to see that work world is going remote.
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| | | The Biggest Change In Bali During & Post-Covid
For Digital Nomads
Looking at those photos on Instagram, I always thought Bali was a funny place.
I mean, it’s famous for all of those stunning look people, posing and flexing for their followers with “inspirational” or cerebral captions. It’s almost so well-known for that that we forget that it’s a city with actual citizens who live and work among the nomads that have congregated there.
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And during the height of the COVID hysteria, with borders closing everywhere and lockdowns in place, I wondered what the heck the travelers in places like Bali, Medellin, Tulum, and other hotbeds were doing. I’m not sure about the other places so much, but this article gave me a good idea of the lowdown in Bali. It’s also a little inspirational and comforting, too. ===>>Give it a read here.____________________
NEW Digital Nomad Country:
Romania
Count another one.
Seems like every week I’m telling you about a new country opening their own Digital Nomad Visa to entice remote workers to live there.
This week it’s Romania. I visited Romania back in 2017, and it was amazing. And I’m mad jealous of anyone who decides to make this Eastern European country their home.
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| | It had a good blend of urban badassery and rural charm. There was nothing like passing through its concrete jungle cities, only to then see ranges of green hills rolling through for miles. With its unique history, spectacular nature, charming medieval cities, castles, and gorgeous architecture — Romania is absolutely worth the visit, at that least. To learn more about Romania’s Digital Nomad Visa — go here. |
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| Other Cool Stuff I Read —
All About Samantha Scott
I got someone I want to introduce you to…
Earlier this week, I fell upon a cool conversation with fellow writer and Nomad Newsletter reader, Samantha Scott. She offered to use some of her articles to share, and after reading a few of her articles — it just had to be done!!
They were THAT good.
So, this one is for you, Samantha ;)
Check out some of her articles here:
Check out the rest of Samantha’s Articles here!
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Alrighty.
That’s all I got for today.
Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for reading.
Your support means the world to me.
I hope you have a fabulous weekend and get ready for Monday’s Business Edition of The Nomad Newsletter.
Francis “Friday” Nayan
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| | Ignore the following text. It’s random & only here to improve delivery. It helped her understand all of the little things I do for her that I thought she was too young to notice. But now she says "thank you" more often, which really brings a smile to my face. I already know that this book is going to help her grow up to be a kind, grateful young lady!!" Thanks again for this book and I hope you can share this message with other mothers like me so they can read it to their kids." - Jenny Now, that's an incredible story! A Mother's Love is certainly one of my favorites, too, because of all the messages I get like this one. Click the button below to take a look inside A Mother's Love: It's about an interesting creature... a lonely Yeti, who's living in the snowy mountains all by herself, hoping for some company... Here goes: "If you're looking for some fun, or maybe even a friend, go up to the mountain to the path's end. There you'll find the Yeti, who lives all alone. She'll make you feel welcome in her snow-covered home. So pack up your gear, go slow and steady, the fun's just begun because the Yeti is ready!" This fun poem is from a new book called The Yeti Is Ready... And it's given my kids a new perspective on friendship & acceptance!" Click the red button below to take a look inside The Yeti Is Ready: You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and may regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river. But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine. These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life. These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent. Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors during the day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration. I must own I felt a little proud when my captain offered me the second dignity in the vessel and entreated me to remain with the greatest earnestness, so valuable did he consider my services. And now, Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose? My life might have been passed in ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing. This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach. The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapped in furs—a dress which I have already adopted, for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel. I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never. Farewell, my, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness. |
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