Have Laptop, Will Travel: Memoirs of a Digital Nomad

**Second Edition**

This second edition has been comprehensively revised, updated, and expanded, and includes a variety of additional photos. Newly brimful and fresh, an extended version to take this modern-day odyssey to the next level of fun, fascination — and happy endings.

Readers are calling this the male version of Eat Pray Love! Phil goes digital nomad for a year-long odyssey, traveling to 12 cities in 12 months on 4 continents. What these cities are ‘really like’ will make you laugh, think, learn and even cringe a little. The author’s personal journey of self-discovery adds up to a year of life-changing experiences: what’s personal is universal.

More than a bucket list on steroids, this memoir reveals tales of food, love, and life in far off lands. Phil aims to inspire readers to pursue their own dreams and aspirations through the joy of travel. Have Laptop, Will Travel!

**SNEAK PEAK**


• THAILAND – Let me tell you about the time I saved Victor’s life.


• MALAYSIA – All seemed as it should … but nothing prepared me for what happened next. I was about to doze off into Phil-land when I heard and felt a loud explosion. It sounded like a bomb. I knew something was very wrong.


• CORDOVA – As I stepped off the curb to cross the street, a huge bonfire was lit right in front of me…in the middle of the street! The flames nearly exploded as the protesters fueled it with more gasoline. My cheeks felt like they were burning, and I’m surprised my eyebrows didn’t get singed from my front row view. This is the kind of thing you only see on the nightly news, and there I was in the middle of it all.


• PERU – I was far, far away. But there, right next to me, was my dead body. I couldn’t look away. It was as if my ability to move my eyeballs was disabled. I could hear familiar, distant spirit voices asking me if I wanted to be buried in a coffin or cremated. I couldn’t tell them. I was already dead.


• MEXICO – I was climbing into a hot air balloon that would carry us thousands of feet into the sky, held aloft by a nylon sack and propelled by wind and fire. Wicker, nylon, human flesh—all the things that should not be in close proximity to naked flames. And how the hell do you steer the thing? Ummm, you don’t! I fell apart, involuntarily, as my fear of heights overtook me like never before. I needed to be bitch-slapped but no one was “up” for it (excuse the pun).