Each episode of “Geremy’s Peculiar Life” contains a collection of video montage of moments from a time in my life. This episode contains a few short snippets of my time in Dubai. More importantly, it’s the only video on Geremology.com that contains a camel and that’s a big deal because…camels!
Someone once told me that you’re more likely to regret the things that you don’t do than the things that you’ve done and didn’t enjoy or learn from. So when I had the opportunity to visit and work from Columbus, Ohio two days after returning from Dubai, I jumped at it. Here is my photo journal of the experience:
While I thought that I could avoid the snow that plagued New Jersey by going to Ohio in the Spring, Mother Nature had other plans. Unfortunately, I forgot my jacket back at home, so that wasn’t cool…pun intended.
This culinary marvel from SuperChefs was the reason why I maxed out on my daily calories after one meal. The meal consisted of red velvet waffles, egg whites, pepper jack cheese, a chicken filet and a side of a strawberry syrup. After eating one half of the sandwich, my arteries said, “no mas!”
I’m a huge fan of raw coconut water and Native Cold Pressed had some of the best, freshest, coconut water packaged in a reusable glass bottle…with a paper straw
An outdoor shopping center that included a lot of high-end shops. If I ever decide to open a Peculiar PPL boutique in Ohio, it’ll more than likely be here
Columbus exceeded my expectations and I’m definitely returning in the future. You should visit as well, since it’s “an awesome place to be.”
Now that the trip is winding down, it’s time for me to head home and prepare to build a life that I won’t want or need a vacation from. For now, here is the last set of photos from the latest happenings:
The indoor ski slope in the middle of the desert. It’s crazy to know that you can go from swimming on the beach to skiing down the slopes within 20 minutes in the middle of a desert. Well done, Dubai!
Purchased the book “The Hard Thing About Hard Things” by Ben Horowitz while laying here. I’m only two chapters in, but it seems like a great read! Will definitely finish it by the time that I touch down in the US.
Thus far, one of the most impressive things about Dubai is their standard of excellence. Everything is over-the-top and done to the highest levels of quality! Also, it’s impressive how they first set the bar, then they exceed the bar. Dubai is my kind of country!
“Geremy, you just resigned—what are you going to do next???”
I’m going to Dubai!!
One of my most transformative life experiences happened back in 2010 when I flew to Chicago, San Francisco, Seattle, Puerto Rico, and Florida on an “In Search of Inspiration” tour. As a result of the ideas and inspiration received on these trips, I launched Peculiar PPL and I discovered a strategy that brought me many steps closer to getting my dream jet. Now that I’ve started a new chapter of life, I felt that another “search of inspiration” trip was necessary to inspire the vision and strategy for the next few years.
Why Dubai? Besides a great opportunity opening up for me to visit, I’ve always viewed it as the best place on Earth to see a manifestation of a huge vision in a short time period. As someone who also has a huge vision of positively impacting the world in a big way, this was important for me to see in-person.
So, after a long 12 hour flight, I landed here late last week with my cousin (who I brought along as a super-belated Christmas gift). Over the next few days, I’ll provide updates of day-to-day sights and scenes, starting with these:
I ordered these fries thinking that they’d be just as beautifully presented as the rest of the food from the restaurant. When the waiter put the dish on the table, I thought that they mistakenly poured too much seasonings on the fries. After disregarding the appearance, I tasted one and my tastebuds rejoiced in the name of the almighty potato.
It was July 4th and my cousin and I were wrapping up our last game from our weekly basketball session. Just as I did my final Allen Iverson-esque crossover on him to hit the final shot from the top of the key and win the game 11 to 0**, I said “wanna take a day-trip to Puerto Rico?” He responded “sure, when?” “Next Saturday?” “Ok great— let’s book it!” And just like that, we planned our quick, 10 hour spontaneous getaway to Puerto Rico.
Our flight landed at 9am and we picked up our rental car to start exploring! First we went to a brunch spot called “Cafecultura” which had the best breakfast food that I’ve ever tasted in my life, hands-down! They say “when in Puerto Rico, do as the puertorriqueños do,” so in addition to my go-to breakfast meal of choice (French Toast), I had to order the mallorcas, which appears to be a ham and cheese sandwich in a sweet bread roll with sugar and love sprinkled on it. It made my tastebuds sing like the Puerto Rican Coquí!
After browsing the city and seeing the historic areas of Old San Juan, we went over to the beach where we spent the next few hours. There was a man who rented chairs for $10 and umbrellas for $20 each and I figured that it doesn’t make sense to pay $20 for a basic umbrella, so we got two chairs and we parked our things there. Hours later, I noticed that despite my attempts to shield the sun’s rays from reaching my skin by cocooning myself in a towel, I was unsuccessful and I ended up being as charred as a marshmallow sitting in a bonfire for 35 minutes on s’mores night.
Hours later, we explored the island some more, grabbed some food, and then returned the rental car for our trip back home. Within 10 hours of our arrival on the island, we were on a flight back home, except that we were more satisfied, more entertained, more enlightened and more burnt than we were when we first landed!
Thank you, Puerto Rico– we’ll be back soon, and next time I’ll splurge and get the the umbrella!
** The basketball game didn’t quite go that way, but I’m telling the story, so I can create my own reality when it comes to the game.
The last time that I tried to go on a vacation, I had a little run-in with a lawnmower, so I needed a do-over. But instead of just going to San Francisco, I wanted to pack three other destinations into the same trip. So at the end of June, I went on a trip with four destinations in mind: San Francisco, San Diego, Los Angeles and Las Vegas.
Rather than writing extensively about my vacation, I’d rather show you. Here is a new episode of Geremy’s Peculiar Life, which features some scenes from my vacation to the West Coast!
For today’s “Throwback Thursday,” I am posting a video that I never released because of the fear that I was violating some type of law. Now that the statute of limitations has likely expired and possible negative repercussions stemming from this incident are slim, I feel comfortable releasing it. Happy Throwback Thursday, boys and girls.
On Saturday, my cousin and I took a roadtrip to Washington, DC, in my electric car that I bought on the internet. Thanks to Tesla’s free, high-speed superchargers, it takes about 4 hours and 45 minutes each way and costs me $0 for fuel, but the journey on Saturday took almost double the usual time due to a lack of discretion.
We left home with my battery pack charged to the max, which would usually take me to Maryland without a problem, but on Saturday I got a bit too eager. I drove at a prohibitively high speed (that will remain unmentioned), which drained the battery way faster than usual. After driving at this speed for an hour and 15 minutes, the cars various systems informed me that I should slow down to a more reasonable speed to ensure that I arrive at the first supercharging station, but I heeded to this advice a bit too late.
After taking a detour and attempting to charge my car at a Blink Network electric car charging station, their charger failed to work and left me stranded 10 miles away from the supercharging station with only 3 miles left on my battery. Bah humbug! So I went to a gas station and asked to borrow their power outlet to charge my car. The gas station owner said, “gas belong in car, not electric!” I said “this is a different kind of car.” He said “sure, use it” to prove to me that there was no way for a car to plug into the wall, but when he saw me unravel my extension cord, he quickly realized that electric does in fact “belong in car.” Unfortunately the tiny wall outlet charged my car at +4 miles per hour and it would have taken too long to get back on the road, so I called my insurance company and used the towing service that I’ve been paying for but have never used.
After juicing-up the car with more power, we continued our journey to Washington DC and had a splendid time, despite the polar arctic weather conditions. We traveled around the city via bicycle and explored the various landmarks and my car remained at the beautiful Washington, DC Tesla store to charge the car enough for us to make the return trip without incident.
It was a wonderful adventure that was full of ups, downs, excitement, enlightenment and beautiful chaos! Now I can’t wait to take my car on a cross-country road trip to experience the same things all over again (minus the tow truck).
This is a photo of the man who bamboozled me. I went to a food festival and he was the only booth without any patrons, so I approached him and asked, “what are you selling?” He dryly responded, “oyster” without looking up from his phone. He didn’t say oysters— he said oyster, in the singular form, as if to say, “don’t even ASK for two oysters because you’re only getting ONE OYSTER!”
I said, “is it good?” Continuing to look down at his phone, he responded with a quick, “yip.” I wasn’t convinced by his monotonous tone, but I was interested in living life on the wild side, so I said, “ok, I’ll take one.” He let out an exasperated sigh and he opened his cooler to get my potentially diseased oyster that he probably caught from the radioactive Hudson River.
In my mind I thought that this oyster would taste like the delicious, spicy concoction that I tasted in Trinidad, but I was wrong…I was so so so so so wrong! SOOOO so wrong. So so soooooooo sooooooo wrong. As wrong as the time in the 90’s when my dad’s mom and my mom’s dad started dating and almost made my parents into step-siblings.
After he fetched an oyster shell from his cooler, he spent 2 seconds scraping something from it (presumably the tumor that grew on it while it marinated in the unfit-for-human-consumption water), and then he handed it to me. I said “what am I supposed to do with this?” He said “eat it.” I said, “aren’t you supposed to put it in a cup with some sort of sauce?” “Nope.” “You expect me to chew the shell?!” “No. Eat the stuff inside the shell quickly, otherwise it’ll burn.”
I should’ve thrown this sad-looking oyster directly in the trash and walked away, but I was too far into the experience to turn back now. I drank it like a seasoned oyster-drinking champ, and I waited for the taste to kick in before burning. It tasted like a death/train-smoke/ tile-grout/cigarette/fermented-egg/fish-tank-water/brussels-sprout/nail-polish/nickelodeon-slime soup. I made a bad decision.
Immediately after I ate it, my ankles started to sweat profusely and everything appeared blurry. It was disgusting. The taste was stuck in the back of my throat for 5 minutes and then it vanished and the world returned to normal. That’s when I realized that he said that he sold “oyster” because his filthy oysters were not fit for the human body to consume more than one.
Lesson learned: Do not consume diseased oysters from the lone oyster salesman.