Euro Journal
As it stands today, it's just after the one year anniversary of my backpack trip away from the Western Hemisphere. This seemed like a good time to do something I meant to do a long time ago: turn my journal into a series of webpages.
Anyway, I plan to post these entries on about the anniversary of when they were written. If all goes well, they'll appear exactly as I wrote them down in my notebook (meaning unedited). This might be a challenge.
The entries so far:
- 7/12 Somewhere in Tennessee - In which I contemplate three months of constipation
- 7/14 D.C. - In which I eat sauerkraut, but not Taco Bell
- 7/17 D.C. - In which I find out that all foreigners sound like Germans (but usually aren't)
- 7/18 New Jersey? - In which I invade the Central African Republic and sleep in a public storage shelter somewhere in Maryland
- 7/19 NYC - In which I visit every burrough that's not the Bronx, thereby keeping my wallet and my dignity
- 7/20 NYC - In which I discover that only a homeless man should use a NYC park toilet
- 7/21 30,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean - In which the population of Harlem wonders why a white guy with a huge backpack is walking down the street (and whether or not he has money)
- 7/23 London - In which I find out how to blow a budget without actually doing anything at all
- 7/25 Lake District National Park - In which I eat Lemon Curd, and don't have any sex with the Brazilian bartender
- 7/27 In transit in North England - In which I hike a horseshoe and miss a bus
- 7/29 On the bus to London - In which I check out the capital of Scotland, and miss yet another bus
- 7/31 Paris - In which I discover my love-hate relationship with the City of Lights
- 8/3 Leaving Paris - In which I eat crepes and find I'm out I'm "very Texan"
- 8/8 Hamburg - In which I spend 4 days in a German field with 50,000 or so drunk people
- 8/10 Train to Berlin - In which I find that English is the Universal language for whoring
- 8/12 Berlin - In which I get lost because Germans suck at giving English directions
- 8/13 Berlin - In which I wake up on a German sidewalk with my left hand covered in blood
- 8/15 Prague - In which I find Czech hostels are still too expensive, but a meal of pork, potato pancakes and beer works well with my budget
- 8/19 Prague - In which I drink alot and spit all over a Czech bouncer
- 8/19 Wien - In which I discover the magic of Austrian pretzels, and the amazing fagitude of Wolfgang Amadeus
- 8/23 Budapest - In which I wander enthusiastically over a dirty city full of gypsies