Perfecting Long Weekend Adventures
Denmark has steadily been opening up, which allowed me the ability to indulge in one of my favorite pre-quarantine activities: thrift shopping. To my peruser's delight, one of the largest thrift shops in Aarhus is just up the street from my house. In it is a who's who of knick-knacks and brick-a-brack and other hyphenated… Continue reading Metaphysical Souvenirs
We had avoided zig-zig in Aqaba and begun piloting our little spam can up an hour and a half towards the fabled Rose City hidden in the dusty valleys of Jordan. Several millennia have passed since this city was first inhabited, yet the feeling of awe that struck the lungs of Roman conquerors is the… Continue reading Journey into the Rose City
What is Zig-Zig, you ask? We'll get there shortly, my scruffy faced little fauns. Our toasty little desert hams were roasting in the North Jordanian town of Madaba last time we met. Now the time had come to get our hams into the spam can and get down south into the breadbasket of Jordanian attractions.… Continue reading Zig-Zig in the Desert
There comes a time in every hobo backpacker's life when the destination comes before wallet. The beaches of Seychelles, visiting the Vatican, and smuggling yourself into Pyeongyang are all off of the cheap asshole backpacking radar: yet they are tantalizing to the wanderlusting soul just as much as a dumpster full of sun-heated cinnamon buns… Continue reading Sailing to Mars: The Jordan Roadtrip
It’s become a tradition that I reach a state of inebriation beyond all human possibility every time I pass through the Belgian border. On my last visit in Leuven, an American Anheuser-Busch exec covered my drinks and lubricated me to the point of no return while I daftly debated European politics in French with two… Continue reading Dionysus Shines Upon Belgium
