Yeah can't be bothered to type anything here. Here's just some photos. [View Full Entry]

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Eventually everything builds up inside, it builds up until the right moment arrives and then… If you go through all the happenings of JP4 you will see that eventually something had to give. The police punches in Kyrgyzstan, the interrogation questions from the mullahs in Iran, the being caught innocently in Tajikistan whilst (accidently) walking in the middle of a military zone on the Afghan border. I took all those setbacks on the chin - there was no point in retaliating. But this time… This time it was an even contest. As I entered the ring in the drunken hours of [View Full Entry]

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It puts looking at a manikin in a different light. Walking along red-lit shop fronts, hearing guys saying as they walk by “Oh man she looks just like Amanda from home!” This is not what the Netherlands is all about but for some reason it is what majority of people see the Dutch as - Amsterdam. I came here to meet up with some friends I have met in my travels. I was meant to go to Utrecht but on my way to finding WIFI for Skype I saw on the TV Australia playing England in the cricket. So 8 pints [View Full Entry]

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Backpacking has changed now with all the hostel reservation websites. One of the great backpacking experiences is to just rock up to a hostel and find out your intended place to stay is booked out. It is then a dogfight to find any available bed in town. So when my two friends form home Jay and Kirsty asked for the authentic dribbleman backpacking experience I gave them this… We agreed to meet up in Bergen, Norway written as Europe’s wettest city, only a few years back it recorded 85 days straight rainfall. I had been here before in 2004. Back then [View Full Entry]

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It was towards the end of the day and the city looked a lot busier than before. Many locals walking around, laughing, smiling it seemed a happy place. It felt safer too. The Police don’t look as intimidating now with their florescent yellow vests. In transit at Riga airport and 5 hours to kill there’s no better way to kill time than to exchange some money and head out to the Latvian capital for some Baltic life. 3 hours - that’s all I needed to see how much the Baltic’s have changed since my first visit - In 2004 it just [View Full Entry]

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It’s back again Dribblers! A Sort of Homecoming is my alternative way to tell a story and it only happens when I go back to where my father was born. Greece and more specifically Kithira, a tiny island off the Peloponnese coast. It is a special place for not only Greeks but for the backpacker who is looking for traditional Greece. In most Greek islands, real island life has faded into the distance - Not here. Whilst the popular islands have given way to the drunken European package tourist - Kithira is slowly adapting to the modern way of life. The [View Full Entry]

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Squeezing my backpack through the aisle. I noticed these Irish girls from the previous night. “Oh no” I thought but it was too late I was spotted and invited to sit down. Luckily the train ride was only from Bratislava to Vienna (a little under an hour). This train ride was just one reason why seeing Europe through drunken eyes is the only way. I arrived in the Slovakian capital after another marathon day trip from Ljubljana. I arrived early evening so the sun was leaning towards dusk. Reception brings out a map and with his pen he points out. “Okay [View Full Entry]

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“Ladies and Gentlemen! Are you ready? I said are you ready! Here he is! The blues man! The King of the Blues! B! B! (Pauses) Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggg!” The crowd rises; the band plays as BB shuffles along the stage to take his seat. He’s 83 now and it didn’t matter. BB was a perfect excuse to come visit one of Eastern Europe’s most attractive cities, Budapest. Coming from my Cairo whipping at the hands of a 46-year-old Egyptian Tennis Pro, the next day was the concert. He was playing throughout Europe and I had 4 cities to choose from. Paris [View Full Entry]

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“I can’t believe I just got pumped by a 46 year old” was what I was saying to myself on my last few moments in Cairo. My 1:30pm flight meant I could sleep in or go for one last view of the pyramids. But sleeping, I could do that on the plane and the Pyramids, well… that doesn’t say Egypt to me. Oh no… Organising a tennis match with an Egyptian Pro at the 5 star Nile Hotel? Now that says Egypt to me??!! I exchanged a book in Dahab for an Egyptian Frommers guidebook. Shithouse book really as it targets [View Full Entry]

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Upper Egypt represents the southern part of Egypt. It is what made Egypt great. And who made Egypt Great? Ramses the Great, he cemented Egypt’s greatness… With that thought I sat wondering on my last day; is it possible after seeing all the major sites to (on my blog) not only give Ramses a serve but the whole Ancient Egypt scene? It took 16 hours via an un-reclining sleeper train to hit Aswan the southernmost city of Egypt. Luxor got the bad rap but for me I hated my time in Aswan. Apart from the near 50 degrees you basically can [View Full Entry]

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