We hooked up with a private bus in Mumbai heading east to Aurangabad, our next stop as it lay between two UNESCO World Heritage Sites: The Ellora Caves and the Ajanta caves. Also, the Dalautabad fort was on the way to Ellora and sounded pretty cool. The bus ride itself was an interesting experience, as several Indians chose to sleep in the aisle and the largest Muslim known to man sat across from me and proceeded to choke on cats all night, or so it sounded like. On the bus we met a nice Italian woman, Penelope, who at great length [View Full Entry]

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After arriving in Mumbai and waiting forever for our luggage (an Indian specialty) we hooked up with a auto-rickshaw (tuktuk) and set out towards Colaba for some much needed sleep. Fortunately, we had a hotel to stay at and weren't forced to sleep on the street or on the trunk of our rickshaw (as the rest of the population seemed to be doing). Fortunately, we had quite the entertaining ride from the airport to Colaba, for we were quick to notice that there really is no road rules in Mumbai (and later to be found out in all of India). A [View Full Entry]

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CLOSING TIME (in three stanzas) Preclude: And so we are left, with one day in the 'Slava Before we take off, to Lindz and then Praha So far it had been a city to miss until the Ice Hockey, and drinks with the Swiss So we ended our stay as we have so far With not enough sleep, and back in a car Part I: "Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer" And so our final stop, where we had yet to be to celebrate me turning a quarter of a century We ended [View Full Entry]

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The theme of this blog is choked. Follow closely. Bratislava was to be our hero. And at first glance it was. Free parking in front of the Hostel. A good, clean hostel. Free internet. Cheap beer (a buck sixty for a half litre). Slovakian girls. Our first night we head into old town in search of these infamous Slovak clubs. We ran into some girls who said they were headin to Charlies Club. We had been forewarned by another Canadian, Jamie, that Charlies was a locals bar and they do not take too kindly to tourists. This was quickly proven when [View Full Entry]

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So, after a week in the Pest, we decide its time to dip into the birthplace of neckties and....uuummmmm.... well, its a cool country. The itinerary was basically to hit up Zagreb (the capital) to check the party scene, then head to Split to check the largest still standing Roman fortress in Eastern Europe, then head to the entire purpose of our excursion to Croatia - the UNESCO World Heritage site of Dubrovnik with its famous walled old town. ZAGREB Well, there is nothing here, looks like a dead town, so we hit up Tolkiens House pub (primarily to make Kennah [View Full Entry]

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And so your wordsmith returns with additional tales to tantalize your ears and broaden your minds... Well, not really. We sort of got drunk and did stupid stuff... Ohhh, hahahha, my bad, that's every other place we've been, one week in Budapest (read: ONE WEEK!!!) is surely different than the rest, no? We arrive, the three of us (Kendo, the Cap, and Yours Truly) in Budapest with a simple goal: get Kennah to have as much fun as possible in the few days he has left in this legendary, Danubian city. Fact: Danubian is a word created by me, for me; [View Full Entry]

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Dost thou not know thy body grows weary after the splendor and fruits of Prague? The village, be it as beautiful as the maiden's eye on a cool winters morn, may also have the bite of the Grey Wulf of the same eve. Nay shall we entertain the dancing thoughts of another eve spent in turbulent excess, for as one's body grows weary, one's mind grows weak. Nay. It be time, for the Wizard, the Medic, and the Knight to venture forth and sequester lodgings and rest our weary bones before they fade into nothingness, and leave our souls to wander [View Full Entry]

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And so, freshly depressed after the atrocity that is Auschwitz, we were in dire need of drink...and hijinks...and Prague... But first, we were apparently in need of a road that could actually take us into Prague. Fact: in medieval times, Prague was protected against invaders by an intricate, complex series of highways and turnoffs that held the Captain, the Professor (kennah), Gilligan (Tait), and First Mate Hawkswan at bay for quite some time. Tricky Czechs... Eventually, we made our way into the city and found our hostel. It didn't seem that hard, but taxi drivers later proved that [View Full Entry]

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"Work shall set you free". Which I suppose is the slogan of Hitler's Final Solution, as it was also marked on the gate at Dachau (see "Four Super Boys"). In trying to write this blog, once again, I am at a loss of words. Dachau hit pretty hard: standing in the open courtyard where hundreds of thousands of prisoners lived the end of their days, watching a documentary and seeing rooms with piles of bodies and then actually entering these very rooms, seeing the untouched crematoriums, or entering the 'showers' which were never used, but were intended to be. Auschwitz is [View Full Entry]

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Good God man - I know what needs to be done, but I dont have the balls to do it... 7am. The Captain, Professor (Kennah), and I had been up for approximately 19 hours without much food, water, or rest, not to forget we had spent the prior 9 hours raving (whatever the hell that means). So, what brilliant idea do we have? Lets head to Warsaw!!! On any conventional map, such as ours, this would take maybe a couple hours. UNFORTUNATELY, we're in Poland - the home of capitalism for a straight 19 years!!! Bravo!! The Polish way of doing [View Full Entry]

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