Our Story
We are curious, slow travelers.
We take our time between points A and B,
Making unexpected stops,
Exploring beyond the guidebook,
Chasing detours to uncover hidden stories.
We are journalists and history seekers.
We care about what happened in the past,
And what’s unfolding in the present.
We’re fascinated by the lives, struggles,
And triumphs that define human experience.
We believe great tours tell great stories.
We curate sociological safaris that preserve those stories—
Stories of passion, resilience, and transformation.
Stories that reveal the depth of our shared humanity.
Stories that inspire and connect us all.
We believe it’s not just about where we’re going,
But why we’re going.
We are the Expeditioners,
In pursuit of the heart of humanity.
Discover untold stories & hidden secrets
of our beautifully imperfect world.
Behavioral Research
for
Consumer Insights
the root & origin of all our expeditions
At the heart of Expeditioner’s social adventures lies our research house, Corvus Insights,
that has been the driving force behind everything we do.
Since our inception in 2020, we have pioneered an approach to uncover the sociological and psychological factors behind consumer behavior—the “True Demand”—and applying that insight to deliver actionable, evidence-driven strategies in product development, service design and marketing for our corporate clients.
"
No Bad Odysseys."
Erik Huan
Founder of Expeditioner
Since when did I choose to be a vagabond?
Twelve years ago, I dropped out of college, hoping to see a bigger world. I moved to another country, enrolled in a new college, and started over. I majored in psychology and economics, desiring to understand how everything around me fits together. Such an ambitious thesis. By the time I graduated, I didn’t have the answer—not even close.
What I did have was a much bigger world.
The first time I was in New York City, I spent a night with a group of homeless guys near Times Square. I didn’t know McDonald’s was their shelter. I didn’t know they would need to show up early at soup kitchens for food. The next morning, I woke up, and everyone was gone. Freddie had left me his cold pizza.
It was Christmas.
I have been drawn to Incan music for many, many years—distant, visceral, it stirs a deep nostalgia for a lost empire. I once read that the Mohawk braid was worn by the Incan king. So, I wore my hair like that for years, until I made it to Machu Picchu and met Diana, a Peruvian girl. She laughed until she cried.
“Dear god, the Mohawk is Mayan.”
They called me the Chino Cubano. The country felt like a ship taking on water, with holes all around—everything was difficult. On my last night, we went to Mixolago again, because the burritos there were the best. We had a power failure, the lights went out, but the band kept playing. Diego asked the musician to play an old Cuban song,
Para Que Un Día Vuelvas.
“For which someday you may come back.”
The more I see, the less I know.
But here’s something I’m sure of:
Life is about crossing lines.
What is the purpose of Expeditioner?
It’s a salute to all the victories and heartbreaks in our lives.
A salute to our little, imperfect world.