Borderless Jack — meet the traveler

The tuk-tuk driver in Bangkok charged me forty dollars. Forty. I know the correct price. I paid it anyway out of sheer disbelief. [pause] I'm Jack Morrow. I've been doing this for eighteen years. Single 28-liter pack, scuffed boots, not for the aesthetic. I eat where the construction workers eat. I take the 5am bus. I know Hamid at the fish stall in Essaouira by name. [pause] Here's what you'll get. Specific destinations nobody has turned into a content farm yet. Street food with actual street names. The transit trick that saves you four hours. Honest roasts of places that stopped being worth it. [chuckles] Bali. I'll start with Bali. Find me at Borderless Jack. The bus is always better than you think.