We set off from Mu Cang Chai early, grabbing a coffee for the road at the same place we drank beer with the locals. It was bang-on delicious. We stop at the mechanic for an hour while they fix up Kevin’s bike. He needs a new rim for his tire […]
22:11 – 11/5/2016 – 1984 Tattoo Shop – Hanoi. David is getting a tattoo on his ass right now. It’s me, David, Laura, Andrew, and Kevin left in Hanoi as the sole survivors of the Bacon Ninja Cats crew. The crew is dissolving in the ether of travel, like sugar […]
I knew things were off. I had a bad feeling about this from the moment we set foot in that cafe. Now we’ve been taken down the road to a dusty restaurant by this weird Vietnamese guy in an orange jacket. We’ve bandaged Andreas up. He crashed his motorbike in […]
My armpits smell. I’m wearing a sweaty Koh Rong pub crawl tank top right now, and my blue Nike athletic shorts. We’ve made it only 30 kilometers out of Hanoi–I normally drive further than that to get IN-N-OUT Burger. Technically, we’re still in the Hanoi metro. After such a long […]
“My bike is gone” I text the boys. I spent the last 20 minutes walking up and down the crowded parking garage with an old Vietnamese man, unable to locate the bike with a license plate ending in 0987. No one spoke English, but eventually they kept showing me a […]
Seat 18D. Bangkok Airways Flight 262 with service to BKK. So it’s my birthday, and I’m sitting here wondering if my eardrum is going to explode once we get up to 40,000 feet. I’m a little nervous to fly after receiving barotrauma to the middle ear and being advised by […]
Cody cracked his phone last night. He’s been carrying it in his backpocket ever since he almost got robbed last week in Koh Samui. A prostitute ran up to him while he was walking home alone in the dark and tried to rob him–shoving her hands in his front pockets, […]
We were just at the Ibiza Pool Party. It’s like Encore Beach Club in Las Vegas, but better and costs nothing to get in–pretty awesome. Great music, cool people, beautiful women, and beer pong. It was just a few minutes walk from the hostel, and we amassed a solid crew […]
“So there’s this bar in Phi Phi where you can get into a boxing ring and fight someone for a bucket of alcohol” said Cody back in Koh Phangan. It’s the first of March in Koh Phi Phi–my birth month. I’m sitting behind the boss desk on the porch of […]
Boom, your injured. Whether it’s the infamous ‘Thai Tattoo’ (road rash), or stepping on glass–you’re bound to get injured here. Here’s a log of the injured I’ve met and their injuries. Max AKA Hop Along Jesus: We call him Hop Along Jesus because he cut his foot on some glass […]