After such a sombre few hours at the Salaspils Concentration Camp, I climbed back aboard the train and was pleased to find myself sitting directly across from one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen in my life. Seeing as my Latvian is somewhat lacking, I went with the old classic of a wink and … Continue reading Climbing Peter’s Steeple
A trip to Europe can’t all be about beer and kebabs - although that sounds like a bloody good way to spend a few months! There’s so much history in this magical land, and a lot of it isn’t particularly happy, as I found out today when I took a trip out to the site … Continue reading When the Nazis came to Latvia
Riga is a top city and I definitely recommend you check it out sometime, but there is one major problem with it: you can't sink bulk piss in the street. I found that out the hard way, while downing a can of Mitava beer in front of the Freedom Monument, the most revered and respected … Continue reading Latvia’s Most Wanted: How I almost got arrested for public intoxication
I encountered my first sex tourist within moments of stepping off the plane in Riga, Latvia. After nearly 35 hours of travelling around the world I was tired and cranky, but the cool weather and barren winter landscape outside the airport perked me up -especially because I was the only one waiting for the bus … Continue reading Livin’ La Riga Loca – Live from Latvia!
The adventure is finally underway and I’m happy to say that I haven’t been bashed, stabbed, shot at or blown up yet. Of course, that’s not saying much seeing as so far I’ve travelled only 50km from Gosford to Sydney Airport, but it’s a start. The trip down was very exotic - I sat between … Continue reading A journey of a thousand beers starts with a single can…
Barcelona is a great little place. There's the epic Sagrada Família, the Olympic precinct where Perko won Gold in the 1500m, and the sangria flows as freely as a hippie sheilas period. It's a joy to just walk down the streets and see the colours and movements of the Catalonian capital. The most impressive aspect … Continue reading Somebody call Greenpeace, we need to roll this whale back into the sea!
Alright, that title might be a bit of an exaggeration. While on the party island of Ibiza a couple of years ago I took as many drugs as a Jehovah's Witness and I didn't go to any of those parties where they play all the bippity-boppity robot music, but I still managed to rip it … Continue reading Sex, drugs and techno music: Living large in Ibiza
After my wild night out in Manchester, I woke up to endless rain and a phone call from my brother. My grandfather had died about the time I'd flown out to England five days before. It was not unexpected, because he was 93, but that doesn't make it any easier to take. The cold and … Continue reading Huddersfield is like my ex-girlfriend – cold, hate-filled and full of ugly Polish men
Last time I was in Europe, I had sex with a lot of statues. It's not something I'm proud of, because I know they couldn't say no or try to stop me, but it happened. I was drunk, and I took advantage of them. Symbols of culture and history and national pride all succumbed to … Continue reading Statue-tory Rape
Have I ever told you about the time I slept with a Russian model while travelling by train to one of the most romantic cities in the world? I haven't? Right, well sit back, relax, and enjoy the greatest love story the world has ever known. Before Sunrise is one of my favourite movies of … Continue reading Night Train to Venice
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 