“I once ran across a guy in an Irish bar in Budapest and he was telling me about…”

It’s as simple as that. Over decades of travel I’ve run across fascinating people wherever I’ve gone. Sitting on the bench of a truck hauling through the mountains; on a bus between cities; at a meditation retreat; or on the barstool next to me.

A couple of strangers meet on the road, have a couple of hours of fascinating conversation, and then part, never to meet again.

And that’s the podcast, too. Except we record it.