Backpacking is full of challenges. Doing your own laundry for the first time, getting drunk for free, trying to tell a doctor in a foreign language that your balls smell like fried chicken. One of the most common annoyances however is being forced to live with an interchanging bunch of fuckwits on a daily basis. … More 9 Jerks You’ll Find In Every Hostel
A burly twenty-something man lifts his skirt, exposing a taped on Maxi-pad with red stains painted on it. We make awkward eye contact for a fleeting moment, then he takes a swig of beer and continues to gyrate wildly in front of stopped traffic. It’s 2pm on December 31st and we are walking through a … More Drag Queens, Explosives and Flaming Puppets: Quito’s NYE
VAMOS, FUCKING VAMOS! NOW!! I shouted to the driver from the back of the bus. The dozen or so other passengers were either curled up in their seats, staying low or looking around in bewilderment wondering what the hell was happening. It’s about 9pm and our Pullman coach had been rumbling through the pitch-black jungle … More Buses, bullets and soiled undies Welcome to Ecuador!
“We have happy hour on right now, if you buy three bags, you get one free” said the waiter after taking our drink orders. The tune of Baa-baa black sheep ran through my alcohol soaked brain. Then, an awkward silence as our group of random backpackers glanced at each other not knowing what … More Would you like cocaine with that?