Sorry for the limited communications. I'm in L.A. now. I'll post an epilogue when the chemicals in my brain stop making the room spin (hopefully tomorrow).
Right now.
It's sushi time!
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Vanilla Ice
We traveled up from Queenstown to Franz Josef today to hike to the glacier. We are running out of funds and cannot afford the $140 guided tour to actually climb around the glacier. Bummer. Still, here are some decent pictures.
Icy Hot Stuntaz
coincidentally, this was the 911th picture taken on my camera... I'm not joking.
Queenstown.
Queenstown again.
Franz Josef at night.
I caught Mike at the peak of his swing jump. More Dew dude!
Into the maw of the glacier.
Drive near Queensland.
En Zed.
Sheep.
This internet is expensive. I'll write more later.
Icy Hot Stuntaz
coincidentally, this was the 911th picture taken on my camera... I'm not joking.
Queenstown.
Queenstown again.
Franz Josef at night.
I caught Mike at the peak of his swing jump. More Dew dude!
Into the maw of the glacier.
Drive near Queensland.
En Zed.
Sheep.
This internet is expensive. I'll write more later.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Folly of Youth.
Well... I lost a 3 hour post. So, fuck.
In other news.
DO THE
DEW
Click the image.
edit: more pictures
Ankor approaching sunset.
More Ankor.
Cambodia is hardcore.
I've been craving a Thai bucket.
you guys keeping up with "Knife Show"?
Cheers
In other news.
DO THE
DEW
Click the image.
edit: more pictures
Ankor approaching sunset.
More Ankor.
Cambodia is hardcore.
I've been craving a Thai bucket.
you guys keeping up with "Knife Show"?
Cheers
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Town of the Queen
So. I'm in Queenstown at the moment. To quote Borat, "It is nice". The town itself reminds me a lot of staying up in Vail. The south island has been very, very pretty. Lots of hot sheep to stare at too.
Big plans, low funds. The trip is winding down. It takes a lot of effort for me to wake up every day and not run to apply for a workers visa and live here for a year.
I'm not really kidding.
K-Smooth's birthday was yesterday. We were some krunked out dingos at the bar last night.
Nothing else is really new.
Big plans, low funds. The trip is winding down. It takes a lot of effort for me to wake up every day and not run to apply for a workers visa and live here for a year.
I'm not really kidding.
K-Smooth's birthday was yesterday. We were some krunked out dingos at the bar last night.
Nothing else is really new.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Me Mah
It's St. Patricks day here. I've never celebrated St. Paddy's day with more Irish in my life.
Some of you may get a kick out of this
Catch you guys later. St. Patrick's Day, Pamplona style. Running of the Leprechaun.
Some of you may get a kick out of this
Catch you guys later. St. Patrick's Day, Pamplona style. Running of the Leprechaun.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Mt. Doom
So. We rented a car, and drove through the entire north island in a day. I drove on the opposite side of a car, on the opposite side of the road, on the opposite side of the world for about 4 hours.
I passed within 20 kilometers of Mt. Doom today, with Isildur's Bane snugly on my finger. I had an urge to drive through the national park, climb to the top of Mount Ngauruhoe, and throw it in. But I am a weak soul. It is my precious.
The scenic route traveling south on the 1 is truly amazing. New Zealand is fucking gorgeous, and we still have the entire south island ahead of us.
We arrived in Wellington at a reasonable hour, ate, and Mike and I ran to catch a 9pm showing of "Hot Fuzz". A thoroughly enjoyable, hilarious, film.
Queenstown and the worlds largest Bungi jump lie ahead. Wish me well.
I passed within 20 kilometers of Mt. Doom today, with Isildur's Bane snugly on my finger. I had an urge to drive through the national park, climb to the top of Mount Ngauruhoe, and throw it in. But I am a weak soul. It is my precious.
The scenic route traveling south on the 1 is truly amazing. New Zealand is fucking gorgeous, and we still have the entire south island ahead of us.
We arrived in Wellington at a reasonable hour, ate, and Mike and I ran to catch a 9pm showing of "Hot Fuzz". A thoroughly enjoyable, hilarious, film.
Queenstown and the worlds largest Bungi jump lie ahead. Wish me well.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Nearing Antarctica
Nothing to report, really. The same drunken debauchery. The same club songs every night. The difference is that we are amongst the Kiwis now. Auckland is a nifty city. Lots of rain, and it's a bit cold. We plan on renting a car, and somehow figuring out how we are going to get all the way down to the south island and back to Auckland by the 27th.
This afternoon I got my hair shampooed for free to help some girls pass an exam.
Seriously, the rest is just not noteworthy. Running out of money. Having horrible nightmares--I woke up crying this morning.
Weird.
This afternoon I got my hair shampooed for free to help some girls pass an exam.
Seriously, the rest is just not noteworthy. Running out of money. Having horrible nightmares--I woke up crying this morning.
Weird.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
1000 words
The S.S. Moheno at sunrise (I was still quite drunk taking this picture)
A Goana!
Sunset a few nights ago in the Whitsundays.
Surfer's Paradise.
Dingo go home.
Look, no hands.
Another of the Moheno, since I have time.
Our Fraser Whip.
Suzie took the best picture of us.
A few things. I jammed my left ring finger horribly yesterday (typing www really sucks), and I accidentally left my New Kids on the Block shirt in Arlie Bay. Tragedy. More later, obviously.
A Goana!
Sunset a few nights ago in the Whitsundays.
Surfer's Paradise.
Dingo go home.
Look, no hands.
Another of the Moheno, since I have time.
Our Fraser Whip.
Suzie took the best picture of us.
A few things. I jammed my left ring finger horribly yesterday (typing www really sucks), and I accidentally left my New Kids on the Block shirt in Arlie Bay. Tragedy. More later, obviously.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Durka Durka, Mohammad Jihad.
The "Atlantic Clipper" we "sailed" would make Dave cry.
The iron main sail was the name of the game for 90% of our entire journey around the Whitsundays. Not to say this made it that much less enjoyable, but it does begin to downplay the idea of terming it "sailing". Drinking, however, was not in short supply. We got totally out drank by some hardcore Norwegians who beer bonged till 3am and listened to Turbo Negro. We only brought goon. So that probably didn't help us much.
Yesterday morning at about 8am we were dropped off at Whitehaven beach when the tide was low. Look up pictures of it somewhere. Even they don't do it justice. I neglected my camera because I was scared it would get wet. This was both a curse and a blessing. I didn't get any pictures of Whitehaven... but where we negligently put our stuff, was soaked by the incoming rapid tide.
Joey (Curly) and I decided to make a low tide trek to one of the nearer beaches. The water only came up to, maybe, our hips, but in the shallow water around the rocks lurked lots, and LOTS of quite large sting rays. Fortunately, though, I'm smarter than Steve Irwin. Still, it was fairly unnerving watching the rays dart around your ankles as they notice your presence.
Snorkeling was shitty yesterday, but the beach they dropped us off at during the evening gave me many, many opportunities to fuck around with my camera. Sundown was simply stunning on the Whitsundays. Mike and I played a few drinking games with a room full of people, and soon gained the nickname "Team America", which prompted me to immediately do a few "durka durka, mohammad jihad"s. By the end of the night, there were rules among the drinkers that included everyone chanting "durka, durka, durka" whilst flailing their hands around like a marionette.
We watched 5 foot tiger sharks feed upon squid that were attracted to the light of the ship for a bit.
I slept on the top deck of the ship, looking at the stars after laughing my ass off with a truly gorgeous, innocent but fun german girl (pictures will be forthcoming) named Leo (pronounced like 'layo'?). She taught me "The Worm". Commando pembola. Commando Bock. Commando Flah.
Good times.
Today, I decided that to cure my now predictable hangover, I would snorkle out to the reef dropoff. The section of coral that goes from 3 meters deep to 20 meters, instead of a gradual fall. This is where the larger fish commonly congregate--sharks, turtles ect. My snorkle was crystal clear and the water was quite visible. I sat on the edge, staring into the dark blue abyss that meets the rainbow hues of coral cliffs. Schools of angel fish swam around me as I simply starred into the blue.
This was Queensland. There had to be some sort of wildlife that wanted me dead in the most painful way, out there. I want to see it. Just when I thought about swimming back toward the beach, I decided to adjust my stinger suit which required me to turn around, back toward the coral's edge. As I did this, I locked eyes with it.
It had soulless, lidless eyes. And all it did was stare. It was a clown fish. Fucking Nemo.
I have a massive desire to see some large marine life. Sharks, Turtles, Jellyfish, Squid, Krakken, the Loch Ness monster, Cthulhu. Hopefully my wish will come true in Cairns. We leave for there tomorrow.
...they are playing brent michaels over the internet PA. I need to leave before I vomit.
Bakalah, Mohammad Jihad.
The iron main sail was the name of the game for 90% of our entire journey around the Whitsundays. Not to say this made it that much less enjoyable, but it does begin to downplay the idea of terming it "sailing". Drinking, however, was not in short supply. We got totally out drank by some hardcore Norwegians who beer bonged till 3am and listened to Turbo Negro. We only brought goon. So that probably didn't help us much.
Yesterday morning at about 8am we were dropped off at Whitehaven beach when the tide was low. Look up pictures of it somewhere. Even they don't do it justice. I neglected my camera because I was scared it would get wet. This was both a curse and a blessing. I didn't get any pictures of Whitehaven... but where we negligently put our stuff, was soaked by the incoming rapid tide.
Joey (Curly) and I decided to make a low tide trek to one of the nearer beaches. The water only came up to, maybe, our hips, but in the shallow water around the rocks lurked lots, and LOTS of quite large sting rays. Fortunately, though, I'm smarter than Steve Irwin. Still, it was fairly unnerving watching the rays dart around your ankles as they notice your presence.
Snorkeling was shitty yesterday, but the beach they dropped us off at during the evening gave me many, many opportunities to fuck around with my camera. Sundown was simply stunning on the Whitsundays. Mike and I played a few drinking games with a room full of people, and soon gained the nickname "Team America", which prompted me to immediately do a few "durka durka, mohammad jihad"s. By the end of the night, there were rules among the drinkers that included everyone chanting "durka, durka, durka" whilst flailing their hands around like a marionette.
We watched 5 foot tiger sharks feed upon squid that were attracted to the light of the ship for a bit.
I slept on the top deck of the ship, looking at the stars after laughing my ass off with a truly gorgeous, innocent but fun german girl (pictures will be forthcoming) named Leo (pronounced like 'layo'?). She taught me "The Worm". Commando pembola. Commando Bock. Commando Flah.
Good times.
Today, I decided that to cure my now predictable hangover, I would snorkle out to the reef dropoff. The section of coral that goes from 3 meters deep to 20 meters, instead of a gradual fall. This is where the larger fish commonly congregate--sharks, turtles ect. My snorkle was crystal clear and the water was quite visible. I sat on the edge, staring into the dark blue abyss that meets the rainbow hues of coral cliffs. Schools of angel fish swam around me as I simply starred into the blue.
This was Queensland. There had to be some sort of wildlife that wanted me dead in the most painful way, out there. I want to see it. Just when I thought about swimming back toward the beach, I decided to adjust my stinger suit which required me to turn around, back toward the coral's edge. As I did this, I locked eyes with it.
It had soulless, lidless eyes. And all it did was stare. It was a clown fish. Fucking Nemo.
I have a massive desire to see some large marine life. Sharks, Turtles, Jellyfish, Squid, Krakken, the Loch Ness monster, Cthulhu. Hopefully my wish will come true in Cairns. We leave for there tomorrow.
...they are playing brent michaels over the internet PA. I need to leave before I vomit.
Bakalah, Mohammad Jihad.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Mojito Shipwreck
We just got into Harvey bay. We took an overnight bus from Rainbow Beach immediately after coming from Fraser Island.
What happens is. They give you a sooped up Toyota Landcruiser, with roughly 10 people inside. It's up to you to drive and go where you want. Drive up and down the east side of the beach, stop off at the various landmarks, setup camp and have a good time. We drove the shit out of our little bad boy. It was loads of fun.
Fraser Island is one of the most amazing places I've been (I'm sure this is a reoccurring motif throughout these posts). We spent 3 days, 2 nights driving around the Island, myself mocking the instructor (all in good jest) the entire time. I have many pictures of the S.S. Moheno (a few excellent ones that I took at sunrise while I was still drunk).
I was almost stripped on a beach by 2 English chicks. I learned Statue of Liberty and Chimney smoke using Sambuca from 2 extremely cool German dudes. I played drinking games with Irish, Sweed, Canadian, Swiss, German, Polish and numerous other people from more exotic nationalities--all at the same table. We were, once again, the only Americans on our trip with roughly 50 other people.
I chased off Dingos from our camp site. "Dingo, go home".
Lake Mackenzie is awesome.
Two nights ago, I sat out on the beach after getting quite drunk, and watched the full moonlight carry globs of clouds over my head. The way they were formed... they looked like Manatee in the sky, littering the entire horizon. The wind would blow them in quite fast... and I just sat, watching them spill over my head, turning from little fluffs in the distance to giant cruise ship sized blankets over my beach. I say my beach, because there are hardly any people on Fraser. So as I sat on the beach... I saw no other living soul. I saw no light of houses or buildings in the distance. Nothing. Just me, brilliantly lit beach, and the sound of the waves as the come in from as far as you can look out. Like I said, it was like nothing else I think I've ever experienced.
I had a "good time".
7 week mark is today. It's going by far too fast. It feels like it should be the end of January, and not March. Everyone we meet seems to be taking at least 6 months to do the Australia / South East Asia thing. We've taken this thing way to fast (I'm sure people back home think we've taken far too much time off). Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Sailing starts tomorrow. We just missed the Cyclone. Good times.
What happens is. They give you a sooped up Toyota Landcruiser, with roughly 10 people inside. It's up to you to drive and go where you want. Drive up and down the east side of the beach, stop off at the various landmarks, setup camp and have a good time. We drove the shit out of our little bad boy. It was loads of fun.
Fraser Island is one of the most amazing places I've been (I'm sure this is a reoccurring motif throughout these posts). We spent 3 days, 2 nights driving around the Island, myself mocking the instructor (all in good jest) the entire time. I have many pictures of the S.S. Moheno (a few excellent ones that I took at sunrise while I was still drunk).
I was almost stripped on a beach by 2 English chicks. I learned Statue of Liberty and Chimney smoke using Sambuca from 2 extremely cool German dudes. I played drinking games with Irish, Sweed, Canadian, Swiss, German, Polish and numerous other people from more exotic nationalities--all at the same table. We were, once again, the only Americans on our trip with roughly 50 other people.
I chased off Dingos from our camp site. "Dingo, go home".
Lake Mackenzie is awesome.
Two nights ago, I sat out on the beach after getting quite drunk, and watched the full moonlight carry globs of clouds over my head. The way they were formed... they looked like Manatee in the sky, littering the entire horizon. The wind would blow them in quite fast... and I just sat, watching them spill over my head, turning from little fluffs in the distance to giant cruise ship sized blankets over my beach. I say my beach, because there are hardly any people on Fraser. So as I sat on the beach... I saw no other living soul. I saw no light of houses or buildings in the distance. Nothing. Just me, brilliantly lit beach, and the sound of the waves as the come in from as far as you can look out. Like I said, it was like nothing else I think I've ever experienced.
I had a "good time".
7 week mark is today. It's going by far too fast. It feels like it should be the end of January, and not March. Everyone we meet seems to be taking at least 6 months to do the Australia / South East Asia thing. We've taken this thing way to fast (I'm sure people back home think we've taken far too much time off). Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Sailing starts tomorrow. We just missed the Cyclone. Good times.
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