I couldn't believe it -- I had jumped into the pages of National Geographic. I had sprung myself across a rickety makeshift bridge, gaping at a raging river in the highlands of West Papua, Indonesia, and there I stood, mesmerized by a procession of men wearing nothing but feathers in their hair and koteka, gourds, on their penises.
While I encourage everyone and anyone to follow their dreams, I'm still a realist at the end of the day. If you're looking to read an inspirational yet unbalanced opinion, I'm sorry but I can't be that person for you. With that said, I want to reiterate a few reasons why I think it's important to take this "quit your job to travel the world" movement with a grain of salt.