On the overnight bus from Glasgow to London, I meet a young English artist called Keanu. We share a bottle of wine and talk for a few hours about life and art before going to sleep. For once, I make it through the night, arriving groggy at London’s Victoria station. Since my flight is tonight, … More Returning to London for Pints and Food
On the bus to Glasgow, I wake up intermittently and go to the bathroom to puke. The night before a blur of Turkish kebab, beer, a floral gin called the Botantist, and the drones of various musicians. It ended up being a wild night, and I stayed up until I caught my bus early this … More A Short, Eventful Stay in Glasgow
When my brother and I arrive at our Airbnb in Brooklyn, we immediately know it’s too far from the action. Still, after dropping our stuff off, we’re off to Manhattan for an early dinner. It takes a while to get there, about an hour on the subway. The ride sets the tone for how much … More NYC’s Metropolitan Museum & Hipster Asian Food Parts I & II
If you are going to go to Machu Picchu on your trip to Peru, you are definitely going to pass through Agua Calientes. A small town in the Peruvian mountains, it only exists as the gateway to the most famous Inkan ruins. It’s name comes from the hot springs situated just outside the town, but … More Why You Should Skip the Hot Springs in Agua Calientes, Peru
When I found out Anthony Bourdain hung himself in a hotel room near Strasbourg, a border town between France and Germany I’ve been though, I started drinking at noon. Two slices of pizza but three beers, I watched the planes take off from the nearby airport and thought about how he would never go anywhere … More When the Travels End in Death
Hey everybody! Just got back from my trip to South America and will be posting about that soon. As you probably know, I hit up coffee shops all around the world and some are certainly better than others. Often, something is lacking or incorrect. I was just remarking about how the coffee could be better … More Brew Better Coffee!
I came to Las Vegas for a wedding. My friend Eric, my girlfriend Thyme, and I drove in on Sunday morning, came in to a pool table and a jacuzzi tub at our two-bedroom suite, made some Moscow Mules, and went out to begin celebrating at the Ri Ra pub in the Mandalay Bay. An … More Fear, Loathing, & Bodies in Las Vegas