Hot Damn, Rotterdam

Last you saw me, I was randomly spending a day in Western Ukraine. Now, you find me visiting my long-time jam partner in crime and rambler for my Spain adventure, Simon. He works for the Danish church in Rotterdam, and I've visited once before but the itch for Rotterdam has come once again. Rotterdam is… Continue reading Hot Damn, Rotterdam

Lviv, a Baby Slappin’ Good Time

Let me preface: I have not and do not plan to ever slap babies. For any purpose. However, the man behind me on my flight to Lviv, Ukraine, needs to quell his baby slapping ways. Essentially, a Ukrainian woman behind me lost control of her rambunctious son who decided to start messing around and making… Continue reading Lviv, a Baby Slappin’ Good Time

The Bremen Weekend Break

What's become of this wretched blog site? I came here with a mission: detail how one can effectively experience a new culture in the time-frame of a mere weekend. For my readers to become Weekend┬áRamblers, and seize their slow hours of weekend rejuvenation with adventure and jubilation. Yet here I am, detailing wordy backpacking exploits… Continue reading The Bremen Weekend Break

Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Well, perhaps not the armpit. Some people really like this part of Portugal. Some people also like licking armpits. I am neither of those people. And I suppose an armpit in winter is far more curvy and elegant than it is in the summer. For me, this armpit was hot, sweaty, and reeking of rotten… Continue reading Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Cruising Northern Portugal

When we last met, I was heading through the rain on a bus down from Vigo on the Spain-Portugal border. Portugal, land of charred octopus, grandiose rock beaches and abandoned houses. Spain's smaller cohabitant of the Iberian peninsula offers a lot in a small stretch of land, and I intended to see as much of… Continue reading Cruising Northern Portugal