Bangkok is similar to many Chinese cities. It’s a massive sprawl of ugly apartment buildings and expressways casting the streets in their shadows. It’s still dark at 5 am in the morning after I leave the diesel train and hop into a tuk-tuk, a motorcycle with a ittle carriage welded to the back, for a fast ride towards Khao San Road, the one of the most disgusting places in the world. By the time I get there the sun is illuminating the street and the few old white dudes with their arm around a hooker ...
Updated 07-08-2014 at 12:37 PM by kotora
My last night in Tel Aviv happened to be on Israel’s Independence day, which is on a different date every year. From what I knew before about Goa parties, LSD and MDMA, the Israelis love to party and the night of Independence Day confirmed this idea. Tel Aviv was going crazy. Similar to Memorial Days and Victory Days in Europe, the previous day is one of mourning en remembrance of the dead, and in the morning they sound the air alarms in commemoration. The next day is one of celebration. From what ...
Updated 05-20-2014 at 10:57 PM by kotora
From the first moment I set foot in the capital of this glorious People's Republic, one thought dominated my mindscape: Beijing is a giant Chinese restaurant. The most prevailing smell after smelling exhaust fumes waste is most likely to be soy sauce. Three weeks in China now, I've been spending most of my time in a town a hundred kilometers further to the north. About 350,000 live here, which is about one residential block in BJ. ...
There's nothing like a ride on a Chinese train. As soon as you enter the smell of hundreds of smoking, spitting and drinking Chinese people enters your nostrils and your first thought might be to just throw up. Though with the prospects of riding this smoking red dragon for two and a half hours (standing places too - the trains are filled to the brim with people), it's a good idea to start adapting to this place! And adapting is easy in China. I'm crossing traffic at random, spitting ...
What's it like to be a fattie who doesn't give a smurf and eats whatever he wants? I've had that thought running through my head for a while. Maybe because this whole country has a general atmosphere of nobody giving a smurf. A bag of red kaviar flavored chips. It's not nearly as good as it sounds. Two greasy kebabs, a double burger (a great $6 one, though), a troutload of snickers, chips, a bag of chocolate candies, beans, ...
While other people were working hard on updating to vB4, I was in Las Vegas. See my tips on traveling to Las Vegas here. Also, I was up $55 for the weekend and BJ was up twice that. Woo!
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