<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"> <id>https://nonotjeff.com/</id><title>No Not Jeff</title><subtitle>Stories from my travels around the world</subtitle> <updated>2026-11-06T16:31:32-06:00</updated> <author> <name>Zev Skolnik</name> <uri>https://nonotjeff.com/</uri> </author><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://nonotjeff.com/feed.xml"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" hreflang="en" href="https://nonotjeff.com/"/> <generator uri="https://jekyllrb.com/" version="4.4.1">Jekyll</generator> <rights> © 2026 Zev Skolnik </rights> <icon>/assets/img/favicons/favicon.ico</icon> <logo>/assets/img/favicons/favicon-96x96.png</logo> <entry><title>Chopicalqui</title><link href="https://nonotjeff.com/chopicalqui/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Chopicalqui" /><published>2026-07-11T10:25:36-05:00</published> <updated>2026-07-11T10:25:36-05:00</updated> <id>https://nonotjeff.com/chopicalqui/</id> <content type="text/html" src="https://nonotjeff.com/chopicalqui/" /> <author> <name>Zev Skolnik</name> </author> <category term="Newsletters" /> <summary>It’s 11pm. Time to get up and get ready after only three hours of rough sleeping. I wrestle out of my warm sleeping bag, argue with my crampons, and tie into the rope. Our goal is to summit Chopicalqui, Peru’s third highest mountain at 6,354m. High camp where we slept last night sits at 5,350m, meaning every breath is laboured and oxygen is priceless. We leave camp just after midnight. Immed...</summary> </entry> <entry><title>Hiking in an Active Warzone at 2AM</title><link href="https://nonotjeff.com/hiking-in-an-active-warzone-at-2am/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Hiking in an Active Warzone at 2AM" /><published>2026-04-04T20:12:07-05:00</published> <updated>2026-11-06T13:21:54-06:00</updated> <id>https://nonotjeff.com/hiking-in-an-active-warzone-at-2am/</id> <content type="text/html" src="https://nonotjeff.com/hiking-in-an-active-warzone-at-2am/" /> <author> <name>Zev Skolnik</name> </author> <category term="Newsletters" /> <summary>Sometimes hiking means scenic mountain towns and a nice view. Other times it’s setting a 2am alarm to walk through a warzone. After 11 hours, 7 forms of transport, and many questionable ‘chicken buses’, I’d finally landed in Quetzeltenango, Guatemala. Known locally as Xela, it sits off the main tourist path, surrounded by volcanoes and greenery. Tired, hungry, and groggy, I arrive at my host...</summary> </entry> <entry><title>How a Bowl of Wet Peanuts Turned a Bad Day Around</title><link href="https://nonotjeff.com/how-a-bowl-of-wet-peanuts/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="How a Bowl of Wet Peanuts Turned a Bad Day Around" /><published>2026-02-03T19:54:52-06:00</published> <updated>2026-11-06T13:21:54-06:00</updated> <id>https://nonotjeff.com/how-a-bowl-of-wet-peanuts/</id> <content type="text/html" src="https://nonotjeff.com/how-a-bowl-of-wet-peanuts/" /> <author> <name>Zev Skolnik</name> </author> <category term="Newsletters" /> <summary>I’d been having a miserable day. Exploring around Sapa in northern Vietnam, I’d slept at a disappointing homestay, the solo travel lonelies were hitting hard, and after five hours on the Sin Ho motorbike loop, all I had were disappointing views and thoughts about turning around. I thought I’d be in for an adventure. Instead I was tired, bored, and wondering what I was doing out there. Being ...</summary> </entry> <entry><title>How does a monk deal with a mosquito?</title><link href="https://nonotjeff.com/how-does-a-monk-deal-with-a-mosquito/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="How does a monk deal with a mosquito?" /><published>2026-01-20T13:01:39-06:00</published> <updated>2026-11-06T13:21:54-06:00</updated> <id>https://nonotjeff.com/how-does-a-monk-deal-with-a-mosquito/</id> <content type="text/html" src="https://nonotjeff.com/how-does-a-monk-deal-with-a-mosquito/" /> <author> <name>Zev Skolnik</name> </author> <category term="Newsletters" /> <summary>I’m two hours into my 5 day silent meditation retreat and a bee has stung me for the second time in my life. ‘Bastard!’ I yell, swatting the air as I pull the stinger out of my ankle. Probably not an ideal start to a ‘silent’ retreat. Apparently my karma could use some work. I’m at Wat Pa Tam Wua in northern Thailand. It’s a Vipassana style center where anyone can show up and stay for 3-10 d...</summary> </entry> <entry><title>Powered by Dal Bhat, Saved by Snickers</title><link href="https://nonotjeff.com/powered-by-dal-bhat-saved-by-snickers/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Powered by Dal Bhat, Saved by Snickers" /><published>2025-11-24T05:15:45-06:00</published> <updated>2026-11-06T13:21:54-06:00</updated> <id>https://nonotjeff.com/powered-by-dal-bhat-saved-by-snickers/</id> <content type="text/html" src="https://nonotjeff.com/powered-by-dal-bhat-saved-by-snickers/" /> <author> <name>Zev Skolnik</name> </author> <category term="Newsletters" /> <summary>There are 25 people squished into this minivan, and for the past two hours I’ve been rubbing knees with a 50 year old Nepali man in a tracksuit. After each bump on the “road” (sometimes doubling as a 4WD track), I pray my backpack has been tied down securely on the roof. Judging by all the roadside debris, I’m not optimistic. I’ve just said goodbye to a new dear friend, and the countryside en...</summary> </entry> </feed>
