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The Lost Girls: Three Friends. Four Continents. One Unconventional Detour Around the World. Kindle Edition
“A triumphant journey about losing yourself, finding yourself and coming home again. Hitch yourself to their ride: you’ll embark on a transformative journey of your own.” —New York Times bestselling author Allison Winn Scotch
With their thirtieth birthdays looming, Jennifer Baggett, Holly C. Corbett, and Amanda Pressner are feeling the pressure to hit certain milestones—score the big promotion, find a soul mate, have 2.2 kids. Instead, they make a pact to quit their high-pressure New York City media jobs and leave behind their friends, boyfriends, and everything familiar to set out on a journey in search of inspiration and direction.
Traveling 60,000 miles across four continents, Jen, Holly, and Amanda push themselves far outside their comfort zones to embrace every adventure. Ultimately, theirs is a story of true friendship—a bond forged by sharing beds and backpacks, enduring exotic illnesses, trekking across mountains, and standing by one another through heartaches, whirlwind romances, and everything in the world in between.
“A real-life fairy tale for anyone who’s ever wanted to chuck it all and see the world with a best friend on each arm.” —Cathy Alter, author of Up for Renewal
“Three cheers to The Lost Girls for showing us, with good humor and graceful prose, the beauty and importance of leading life astray.” —New York Times bestselling author Franz Wisner
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarperCollins e-books
- Publication dateApril 22, 2010
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“[P]otentially serious side effects [include] chronic wanderlust; severe allergic reactions to the daily grind; and an incurable desire to toss that Blackberry down a drain….Three cheers to the Lost Girls for showing us, with good humor and graceful prose, the beauty and importance of leading life astray.” (Franz Wisner, New York Times Bestselling author of Honeymoon with My Brother)
“Brave, funny, and deeply moving, THE LOST GIRLS is a real-life fairy tale for anyone who’s ever wanted to chuck it all and see the world with a best friend on each arm.” (Cathy Alter, author of Up for Renewal: What Magazines Taught Me About Love, Sex, and Starting Over)
“The three authors, all gifted writers...provide passionate, vivid descriptions of their far-flung travels, bolstered by thoughtful insights and genuine intentions, making this an intensely enjoyable read for fans of travel writing....immediately relatable for any twenty-something unsure of his or her future (i.e., most of them).” (Publishers Weekly (starred review))
“For anyone-young or old, female or male-who has ever been tempted to trade in the rat race for the thrill and adventure of long-term global travel. And after reading this book, don’t be surprised if you want to do just that.” (David Farley, author of An Irreverent Curiosity)
“The Lost Girls captures the generational struggle so many twentysomethings face as they try to find their way with no clear map. I ... found myself cheering as they discovered more than they could have bargained for.” (Laura Dave, author of The Divorce Party)
“A triumphant journey about losing yourself, finding yourself and coming home again. Hitch yourself to their ride: you’ll embark on a transformative journey of your own.” (Allison Winn Scotch, New York Times bestselling author of The One That I Want and Time of My Life)
“...[W]hen it comes to travel (and most other things), a goal is a dream with a deadline, but the Lost Girls have gone one step further….The best travel adventures, the most memorable experiences happen when things don’t go according to plan. That’s why I love this book.” (Peter Greenberg, Travel Editor, CBS News)
“...Jen, Holly and Amanda’s lively accounts make for the ideal armchair journey.” (Booklist)
“…the real appeal of the story is the long road they take together, each supporting the others on a soul-searching quest to create a life that matters.” (BookPage)
“Jennifer, Holly and Amanda have had the adventure of their lives.” (Los Angeles Times)
From the Back Cover
With their thirtieth birthdays looming, Jen, Holly, and Amanda are feeling the pressure to hit certain milestones—score the big promotion, find a soul mate, have 2.2 kids. Instead, they make a pact to quit their jobs, leave behind everything familiar, and embark on a yearlong round-the-world search for inspiration and direction.
Traveling 60,000 miles across four continents, Jen, Holly, and Amanda push themselves far outside their comfort zones to embrace every adventure. Ultimately, theirs is a story of true friendship—a bond forged by sharing beds and backpacks, enduring exotic illnesses, trekking across mountains, and standing by one another through heartaches, whirlwind romances, and everything in the world in between.
About the Author
Jennifer Baggett serves as a project manager at the Food Network and is collaborating with Holly and Amanda on a second book. After holding editorial positions at Self and Woman's Day.
Holly C. Corbett now works as a freelance writer and college professor.
Amanda Pressner is a travel and lifestyle journalist who has contributed to such publications as USA Today and Cosmopolitan and Shape magazines.
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The Lost Girls
Three Friends, Four Continents, One Detour Around the WorldBy Jennifer Baggett, Holly C. Corbett, Amanda PressnerHarper Paperbacks
Copyright © 2011 Jennifer Baggett, Holly C. Corbett, Amanda PressnerAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-168907-9
Chapter One
We were surrounded on all sides by an immense curtain
of white water. The cascades heaved over a sheer cliff,
carving jade green pools in the jungle floor of Iguazú National
Park, and drowned out every sound save one: the pounding of
our hiking boots as they tore across the metal viewing platform
at the base of the falls.
Holly, our resident sprinter, led the charge toward the exit,
with Amanda and me sliding right after her. As updrafts of mist
swirled around our feet, we skidded across the final footbridge
and shot up a steep staircase, our labored breathing and laughter
echoing against the basalt rock walls. Slowing slightly to wipe
the spray from my face, I glanced down at my watch. We had
less than ten minutes to make it to the top, or we might be
stranded in Brazil all night.
According to the ranger (who?d raced over seconds earlier to
see why on earth the three crazy American girls were still casually
snapping photos when the park was about to close), there
was only one more shuttle bus leaving that evening. So unless
we?d brought camping gear or a wad of extra cash to bribe the
Brazilian border officials, we?d better be on it. Sure, it would?ve
been helpful if our taxi driver had mentioned the one hour
time difference between the Argentinean and Brazilian sides of
Iguazú (or Iguaçu) when he semi-illegally transported us across
the border, but hey, where?s the fun in that?
We probably should have taken this impending travel
disaster a little more seriously. But considering that we?d all but
signed over our firstborn kids to our bosses in order to take this
little adventure in the first place, we weren?t going to let a little
thing like a potential immigration scandal bring us down.
In fact, our escape from New York City a week earlier had
felt like nothing short of a prison break. When Amanda and
I had first told our friends and coworkers that we were planning
to take ten days off?in a row?in order to backpack
around Argentina, we were met with some seriously arched
eyebrows.
?Wow, I didn?t even take more than a week off when I got
married,? one acquaintance remarked. ?Better hope they don?t
fill your jobs before you get back.?
Only Holly, another assistant editor who worked with
Amanda at a women?s magazine, seemed to share our enthusiastic
attitude about escaping the freezing winter and the endless
projects tethering us to our desks. Even though Holly and I had
met just a few times and couldn?t be sure that we?d get along
for a single day on the road, let alone ten, she?d asked only two
questions before anteing up the money for a ticket: ?Which
airline are we flying, and when do we leave?? For my part, I was
thrilled to have a new coconspirator in my quest to find a more
authentic ?real world? than the one we were about to leave
behind in Manhattan.
After moving to the city nearly four years earlier to take a
job at a national television network, I had been dropped into a
world of claustrophobic apartments, exorbitant rents, fourteen-
hour workdays, mandatory media events, and gospel preachers
Jen Iguazú Falls, Argentina/Brazil Nearly Two Years Earlier
predicting doomsday on the subways. I quickly learned that the
city had spawned a new kind of Darwinian struggle: only the
most career-driven and socially adaptable would survive. In order
to cope with the pressure, people generally took one of two
paths: the first lined with Xanax, therapists, and cigarettes, and
the second with Bikram yoga, feng shui, and green tea.
My personal survival method? Escape. Even now, dripping
with sweat and frantically racing to make it across country lines,
I felt that familiar burst of exhilaration that flooded me every
time I booked an international flight or added a new stamp to
my passport.
And though it had been a challenge to get on the road in the
first place, Holly, Amanda, and I had done our best to squeeze
every ounce of life from our holiday. We?d arrived a week earlier
in the ?Big Apple? of South America, cosmopolitan Buenos
Aires, and filled our time wandering its cobblestone alleys,
savoring sumptuous lomo steak dinners, stuffing our bags with
street market finds, and exhausting ourselves at late-night tango
dancing sessions that lasted until the night sky was slivered with
pink.
Although our love affair with the passionate culture and
sultry vibe of B.A. had only just begun, the three of us were ready
to drop even farther away from city life. It was time to head
for the jungle. After a two-hour flight on LAN Peru, our small
plane touched down in the frontier town of Puerto Iguazú and
it was good-bye strappy tango sandals, hello hiking boots.
Glancing down at my own shoes, now filthy from the day?s
trek, I was amazed that I was still able to run, much less sprint
up the final flight of stairs. As we finally broke out of the deep
shade of the rain forest and onto the main road, we spotted the
bus fifty yards ahead, packed to the brim with passengers. In a
scene befitting a screwball silver screen comedy, the bus started
to pull away at the exact moment we arrived. Holly, who by now
I?d learned ran marathons for fun, fired up her legs and dashed
even faster, waving a tanned arm above her head as Amanda
and I screamed for the bus to stop. Thank the jungle gods that
we?d popped out into the open when we had, because the driver
somehow noticed us in the rearview mirror and chugged to a
stop. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, we stumbled aboard
and were met by a busload of cheering tourists, all clapping
for our frenetic victory. Collapsing into the only empty seats,
Amanda, Holly, and I passed around the one bottle of water we
had left between us, laughing and congratulating ourselves on
yet another skin-of-our-teeth arrival.
As I chugged another gulp of water and caught my breath,
I realized that I felt happier and more grounded than I had in
months. Suddenly the thought of returning home in a few days
sent a ripple of dread through my body. Unlike Amanda and
Holly, who?d been desperate for a reprieve from their chaotic,
cutthroat magazine jobs, I had recently scored an exciting new
position as a marketing coordinator for a music television channel
that I was eager to resume.
For once in my adult life, my career and living situation were
actually on track, humming right along?but things with my
relationship weren?t going so smoothly. In fact, I was bracing
myself for a potential train wreck.
After I had dated my boyfriend, Brian, for almost three
years, the confidence to shout off the rooftops ?Hallelujah! He?s
the One!? still eluded me. Though many empathetic souls re-
minded me that I was still young, a growing number of onlookers
had begun to pounce on my uncertainty. ?Shit or get off
the pot,? they?d say, invoking the single phrase I loathed more
than any other. I mean, maybe I was just comfortable staying in
a seated position longer than other people. Can?t a girl simply
enjoy the feel of cool porcelain without being judged?
While my romance with Brian hadn?t followed the traditional
cinematic structure?boy sees girl, they lock eyes, share
a passionate embrace, and fall head over heels in love?it had
grown out of something stronger: a true friendship. We?d met
at a business lunch halfway through my ?freshman year? in
New York. Network television sales assistant meets advertising
client?an industry cliché that always made us laugh. Soon
we grew from casual acquaintances to after-work happy hour
buddies to true confidants who organized late-afternoon photo
shoots in Central Park, signed up for salsa lessons, and dined in
cute garden cafés on Restaurant Row.
Before we knew it, we were a serious couple. And as the
months turned into years, we never had a moment?s pause
about progressing naturally from one level to the next.
Becoming Exclusive. Meeting the Parents. Planning Vacations.
Discussing Living Together. I was one of the lucky ones,
shattering the Manhattan urban myth that it was impossible to
find a sweet, gainfully employed city guy who wasn?t afraid to
commit.
But within the past few months, we?d hit the proverbial
relationship wall. We had no real reason to break up, but also no
real catalyst moving us forward. I knew that Brian and I would
have to face the question of our future eventually, but at twenty-
six (for another precious few months, anyway), I was more than
content to take the safe road?present bus ride excluded. As we
neared the park exit, the driver slammed into a pothole, sending
me and my wandering thoughts sliding off the bench and into
the aisle.
Fortunately, the travel deities, it seemed, had decided to cut
us yet another break: in the parking lot, we spotted the same
snoring taxi driver who?d originally transported us across the
border using a series of dusty back roads and convinced him to
do the exact same thing in reverse. A few por favors, 20 Argentine
pesos (about $7), and we were on our way.
Even after our mad dash through the jungle, none of us
were quite ready to call it a night. By the time we?d reached
our hotel?located within the national park on the Argentinean
side?Holly had come up with a better alternative.
Her green eyes glinted, and a mischievous smile crossed her
face. ?Hey, so now that we?ve gained an hour of time back, do
you guys want to hike over to Devil?s Throat waterfall? When
I spoke with the concierge this morning, he said it doesn?t take
long to get there and the view is the best one.?
?I?m definitely down for that. Schmanders?? I asked, invoking
Amanda?s college nickname.
?Hey, why not?? she said, sweeping her blond curls off her
neck and into a loose ponytail. ?And at least we know we can?t
get stranded on this side!?
After smoothing on a fresh layer of sun block (my fair skin
tends to freckle and burn even in the light of sunset), I grabbed
my day pack and we took off running down the trail.
Giddy from our day?s adventure, Amanda, Holly, and I theatrically
strutted across another set of Iguazú?s elevated catwalks,
following the signs to Garganta del Diablo. We passed over marshy
wetland grasses and under verdant green canopies until we finally
reached the park?s main stage. Rather than staring at the thunderous,
driving force of the water from below, this time we were
perched high above the falls?at the same vantage point as the
red breasted toucans we?d seen darting through the rain forest. From
this height, we could take in the full scope of the cascades rushing
over the horseshoe cliff, thundering into a foggy abyss below, and
enveloping us in a perfectly circular ring of rainbows.
?You know, I wouldn?t have cared if we?d gotten stranded in
Brazil,? said Holly, stretching one of her lean legs along the railing
?I?d take this over opening mail any day of the week.?
Amanda grimaced and plopped down next to me on the
bench where I?d settled near the main lookout point. ?Let?s not
mention work, please? I can?t even think about the massive pile
of papers and e-mails waiting to eat me alive when I get back.?
?Oh, c?mon, Amanda. You know you?d rather be sitting at
your desk working on that lifesaving article you?re doing on . . .
what is it?? I teased her, pulling a half-eaten granola bar out of
my bag for emphasis. ?The grooviest snack foods? The most
artificially flavored??
?The Skinniest New Snack Foods,? she said miserably, grabbing
the bar and acting as if she might toss it over the edge.
?But I?d happily eat full-fat foods forever as long as I could do it
here. I bet they don?t even have a word for ?deadline? or ?anxiety
attack? in Latin America.?
?I?m with you,? Holly said, coming over to sit next to us. ?But
at least we managed to escape for more than a week. That?s way
more than most people get away with. And even if we have to
work until midnight every night for a month, it?ll be worth it.?
?Yeah, I can?t believe we really pulled this off. Especially
you, Hols. I mean, you hadn?t even saved up for the trip like Jen
and I did.?
Holly shrugged and rolled her eyes playfully. ?Well, I figured
eating Luna bars for lunch every day and hiding flasks in
my purse at happy hours was worth the sacrifice.?
From what I?d learned about Holly already this week, I had
a feeling she wasn?t exaggerating about what she?d had to do
in order to get on the road and travel. Though I?d done my
fair share of scrimping since moving to New York, I?d thankfully
never been in debt. I?d even managed to earmark a small
portion of my modest television salary for overseas vacations.
Holly, on the other hand, had never really had extra money to
spare and had been picking up odd jobs?berry picker, cosmetics
color analyst, lead paint poisoning tester, college dorm toilet
scrubber, pizza delivery girl?since she was a kid in order to stay
afloat with her expenses. Yet somehow she?d managed to visit
nearly twice the number of the countries I had, because she?d
either earned study-abroad scholarships or paid for the trips out
of her own pocket. She prioritized adventure and discovery over
stability and structure?yet another reason why Amanda and I
were so excited she?d been able to join us at the last minute.
?Do we really have to go back? Can?t we just set up camp and
stay?? Amanda pleaded.
?Okay, fine, it?s decided,? I said, rising to my feet to face the
girls. ?We?ll build a tree house right here and live like the Swiss
Family Robinson.?
(Continues...)
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- ASIN : B003GYEH2O
- Publisher : HarperCollins e-books; Illustrated edition (April 22, 2010)
- Publication date : April 22, 2010
- Language : English
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- Print length : 564 pages
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I was still left inspired that they were all such career driven individuals but decided to leave all of that for an unforgettable experience. For that, I would recommend this book especially if you are in a funk in your career or are afraid of taking that plunge. As for me, I was left wanting more from the travel experience itself.
Article first published as Mzungu: One who travels around on Technorati.
I really enjoyed this book. I wrote this article which was first on Technorati:
In the book, The Lost Girls: Three Friends. Four Continents. One Unconventional Detour Around the World, the three "lost girls" are in Africa and learn the word, Muzungu. "I learned that [muzungu] originally meant `one who travels around,' referring to the European traders who came in the 1800s." As a "muzungu" or one who travels around, I really enjoyed this travelogue with the three 20-somethings on a mission to see the world, have adventures, and as with all long journeys, to find themselves.
Their three voices share the storytelling and their personal sagas. Each brings personal experience and dreams to be fulfilled. Learning to scuba dive, teach yoga or help young African girls through creating a play, is mingled with the dramatic tuk tuk rides, muddy hikes and their evolving lives.
During our summer Sri Lankan adventures and in my 103rd country of travel, while reading this book, I had an incredible new experience! At the Flower Inn outside Sigiria Ancient Rock Fortress I went to the toilet and A FROG jumped out of the toilet. I was surprised to see a frog and it smelled like crap which makes sense since it must have climbed through the septic system. Later that night as I checked the toilet first, there were two smaller frogs and tons of ants. Not a huge shock, as we generally stay in hostels that rank on our scale of minus one star.We did have a typical rice and curry dinner which was a feast of 14 dishes of curry including pumpkin, Jackfruit, carrot, potato, vegetable soup and an omelette at the family owned Flower Inn which was started in 1972.
Sri Lanka is definitely a wild adventure and was a great place to read, especially when we were not allowed out at night due to wild elephants that wander in Sigiriya. In the book, The Lost Girls, they learn to be better friends to each other and themselves as they evolve while discovering the beauty of the Taj Mahal, the forgiveness of a van company after you total their car, and the importance of true friends who support you through all of life's struggles.
My favorite quote is from the beginning of the book, "The world is round, the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning. Ivy Baker Priest." The more I travel, the more I learn about myself and that the end is only the beginning. Like the actual Lost Girls in the story, I have "prioritized adventure and discovery over stability and structure" and that has made all the difference on the road less traveled.
We are leaving December 18 for Colombia to begin our next adventure, and I look forward to more dramas like frogs in the toilet or wild elephants at night. Who knows what these muzungus will see next!
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It is the perfect beach read or travel companion, or a sunny escape in the middle of the winter!