And so, after spending many lifetimes in Europe, I find myself in Sri Lanka. From the frozen tundra of Estonia to the white peaks of Slovakia, and the rocky peaks of Montenegro to the clear blue waters of Greece, now I’m surrounded by palm trees, curry, and annoying little men trying to sell me shit … Continue reading A Wanker in Sri Lanka
I only spent a short amount of time in Budapest, but this wonderful city certainly left me Hungary for more. Haha, that's why I'm one of Australia's best-loved journalists, and have literary groupies hanging off my balls 24 hours a day. It was late when I got in from Bratislava, but I was determined to … Continue reading Putting the ‘pest’ into Budapest
With my fingers and toes at risk of dropping off from frostbite if I spent another day in the frigid-but-beautiful resort town of Vysoke Tatry, this morning it was time to hop on a train to the Slovakian capital of Bratislava. And what a city it is! With old buildings, winding rivers, lots of bridges … Continue reading Beat on the Bratislava
Yesterday's hike through the mountains of Vysoké Tatry was both incredibly incredible and incredibly tiring, so today I took things a bit easier - by drinking a load of beers and walking around a lake. Don't worry, it was still really pretty. I woke up to a blizzard outside my window, and I immediately thought … Continue reading Lake it till you make it
I spent today hiking through Slovakia's Vysoké Tatry mountain range. It was a monumental experience filled with beauty wonder, and words can't possibly do it justice, so I'll drop the hilarious jokes and just give you loads of photos to drool over. I'm off for a beer - catch ya tomorrow!
Poland's been great, but it's time to head off to the Democratic People's Republic of Slovakia. It's not an easy journey between Krakow and my resting place of Starý Smokovec, with three buses and a few hikes along the way, but it wasn't long before I was in the charming village of Zakopane, close to … Continue reading From Krakow to Vysoke Tatry with an idiot in tow
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…
