About Caveman Carver
“Abandon all travel clichés, ye who enter here.“
Well, well, well.
Look who decided to click on the “About” page.
So, who am I?
The name’s Karl Carver, and I’m the guy behind Caveman Carver.
If you’re looking for sun-dappled Instagram stories and tips on finding yourself in Bali, you’ve come to the wrong cave, pal.
My journey began when I realized that staying in one place was driving me nuts.
So, I decided to go nuts in multiple places instead.
Armed with a backpack, a passport, and a sense of humor darker than a Finnish winter, I set out to see the world.
What qualifies me to give travel advice, you ask?
Well, I’ve been scammed in Southeast Asia, food-poisoned in Mexico, and lost in cities where I couldn’t even read the alphabet.
I’ve slept in airports, argued with taxi drivers in languages I don’t speak, and survived bathrooms that would make a biohazard team shudder.
In short, I’ve made every mistake so you don’t have to.
Caveman Carver is my attempt to turn my travel experiences into something useful. It’s a place where I share brutally honest reviews, questionable advice, and stories that’ll make you feel better about your own vacation disasters.
What can you expect here?
Think of it as a travel blog for people who hate travel blogs.
- No sugar-coating. If a place sucks, I’ll tell you it sucks.
- Practical tips hidden in sarcastic rants.
- Photos that won’t make it to a tourism board website.
- A healthy dose of reality to balance out your travel daydreams.
So, if you’re tired of picture-perfect travel influencers and want the gritty, hilarious truth about gallivanting around the globe, stick around. Caveman Carver is here to remind you that travel isn’t always pretty, but it’s always an adventure.
Just remember: I’m not responsible for any bad decisions you make based on my advice. That’s all on you, buddy.
Still here? Great.
Grab your metaphorical club and let’s go explore this crazy world. Just don’t expect me to share my mammoth jerky. A caveman’s gotta eat, you know.