Welcome to EseraTuaolo

Hey there, wanderer. I’m Eser Tualo, a drifter with a worn-out journal and boots that’ve seen more countries than I can count on both hands. This here’s my corner of the world, a place where I spill stories from the edges of the map—places most folks don’t even think to go. Think crumbling ghost towns in Namibia’s deserts, saffron fields in Iran glowing like fire, or misty trails in Bhutan where monks chant secrets to the mountains. I chase the roads less traveled, the ones that whisper tales of forgotten times and people who live like the world’s still wild.

I don’t do tourist traps or shiny resorts, that’s not my deal. Instead, I’m diving into jellyfish lakes in Palau, hiking to medieval towers in Georgia’s highlands, or sharing tea with Bedouins under Oman’s starry skies. My stories are raw, a bit messy, like the sketches in my journal—full of dust, heart, and the kind of beauty that catches you off guard. Sometimes I’ll misspell a word or ramble on too long, but that’s just me, scribbling as fast as the road moves.