We had wandered into a little restaurant near the Ben Thanh market, right in the heart of Ho Chi Minh. We found seats where we could sit adjacent one another. Just days earlier the...
It has been a while between dispatches but I thought this was a story worthy of note. I have been in Old London town for a couple months now. Like many an Australian before...
Prison poetry on the bus from Miami, with all the creature comforts that the modern day retiree could want, to the sleepy small town of Stuart.
I think that you last joined us in the Lonely Planet’s Honduran darling, the city of Tela. Despite the allure of the Tela’s monkey-less lagoons and anaemic nightlight, Jozza and I decided head back...
Last time, our two heroes. Alone, in the wilds of central Honduras, were faced with a life or death decision… stay on beer or switch to rum and coke.
What would they do? Who would they turn to? And so the adventure continues
Oh, how I was mistaken, as far as I can tell there is no international business in Central America, Liberace was gay and I still struggle saying ‘gracis’ and ‘por favor’.
After our time in Oceanside Jozza and I arrived in Tijuana full of hope, of better times to come. Armed with Joel’s 1973 Mexican Lonely Planet and all the Spanish that you can pick up from a Speedy Gonzalez cartoon, we headed south.
Beers, biffo, walkabout and a free taxi ride with one of Oceanside’s finest.
An adventure in the city that never sleeps. The frivolous in pursuit of a quick buck and a tuberculosis ridden hobo search of some companionship.
Dabbling in some quintessential American college pursuits, buying beer for underage kids, playing beer pong at a frat party and listening to the Boss on the way to Atlantic City.