I went to Las Vegas for 5 days and had a very nice time. That will be all.
Critically Acclaimed as the Hottest Bartender in Vegas
I Don’t Like Walking
I don’t like walking. There, I’ve said it, or written it at least. And while I fully respect the opinions of you (sick) people that do, the fact remains that walking is an outmoded form of transport and should be reserved for the short steps between the front door and the garage. (more…)
Four Days in the Amazon with a Man Who Loves Snakes
“I love snakes!” declared Victor with no hint of irony as we met in Iquitos on the first morning of our 4 day Amazon adventure. Victor was to be our guide and as it turned out he did indeed love snakes. He also had a healthy dose of reckless indifference to self preservation which as far as I’m concerned is an admirable quality in any jungle guide.
Colombia – In Search of (3rd) Gear
There is a scene in the movie, The Crying Game where after over an hour of watching an actress make her way through the movie you are confronted in a highly vivid way by the fact that she is in fact, a he. In the same (but slightly different) way I’ve lived 32 years of my life secure in the image of Colombia being a drug lord dominated wild west of a place that should not be entered by the faint hearted or unarmed. It only took a couple of hours in the cosmopolitan town of Medellin to realise that once again I’d been misled, although thankfully it didn’t require an exhibition of male genitalia to realise it.
5 of the Best from Central America
Central America is an awesome place to travel perhaps even the best in the world, but amazing experiences don’t always tie together neatly for a blog post so I’m freeing myself from the burdensome shackles, you the good readers of cheekytraveller have so unfairly thrust upon me and taken the Christmas gift of freedom from blogosphere norms and painful segues to simply relay 5 of the very best experiences we have had in Central America.
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Guat – EVER! – The Guatemala Files
Hugo Today - A successful businessman
Granted, my first interaction with a Guatemalan in Australia wasn’t 100% positive. While a likable enough fellow, I arrived at the driver’s console of our houseboat to find Hugo, our Guatemalan friend, dancing to Shakira (when she sang in Spanish) and paying far more attention to drinking beer and dancing to her intoxicating rhythm than navigating the shallow waters of Sanctuary Cove. When I suggested to Hugo that perhaps we were on the wrong side of a depth marker he responded confidently with – “Oh no Ben, I think that the map is wrong.” (more…)
