Those half-Asian-half-European women are the hottest in the world, so when a bloke I met in a pub told me about a city that's half in Asia, half in Europe, I knew I had to go there. Next thing I know, I'm in Istanbul, Turkey, marvelling at what is a bloody great city. The sprawling … Continue reading A Goose in Turkey
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Say hello to Sarajevo!
Sarajevo gets a bad wrap, mainly because he's of people have been massacred here over the years. But it's actually a cracker of a city with plenty of culture, a great nightlife, and a unique personality unlike any other I've experienced. It's not hard to see why it's knows as The Jewell of That Sort … Continue reading Say hello to Sarajevo!
Slovenian Shenanigans
After a big day of exploring Slovenia’s lovely Lake Bled, I decided to have a quiet one today. Nah, that’s a load of shit, I walked over 30km and checked out two of the most incredible places a fella could ever hope to visit. Unfortunately, Scarlett Johansson’s vagina wasn’t one of them. Vintgar Gorge is … Continue reading Slovenian Shenanigans
Ljubljana – the gorgeous Euro town with a name like a bad Scrabble hand
Ljubljana is a bloody hard name to pronounce, and it’s not a destination you'll find in a whole lot of travel guides, but it is a lovely little (and I mean little) city that is worth being drunk and jobless in. I should know, I just spent a night there. There aren’t a lot of … Continue reading Ljubljana – the gorgeous Euro town with a name like a bad Scrabble hand
I ate a kebab the size of my head
I spent most of today traveling between the Polish cities of Warsaw and Krakow, so I didn’t get up to much besides getting drunk on a train while watching a woman breastfeeding in the seat opposite me (she didn’t offer me a sip, in case you’re wondering). But I did get a mouthful of meat … Continue reading I ate a kebab the size of my head
Climbing Peter’s Steeple
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