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26 Sep

My friend Franzi picked me up and we drove down to Munich together. We met up with his 2 buddies from Australia Paulo and Keeno and a friend from Austria Lisa. The 5 of us piled into a tiny hotel room for two and the debauchery began.

We chose the Hoffen Brau tent to set up shop and settled in with a large table of Aussie’s that Paulo and Keeno knew. The huge beers started flowing and we thought it would be a good idea to do a big cheers photo. We all wound up and smashed our glasses but one of them exploded and cut Franzi’s knuckle, he was then whisked away to the medical tent. People would get up on the table and thousands of people would be cheering you on to down your whole 1 litre of beer, but if you messed up be prepared for boos and half eaten chicken carcasses to be flown at you. I eventually met up with Franzi and we went to go purchase Lederhosen, we spent way too much money but at least now we fit in.

The next day was filled with more of the same except now that I was wearing the lederhosen I was being grabbed in every direction by ladies in the tent. It was a wild day that ended in me having to take my bags and head to the train station. An overnight train to Frankfurt followed by a plane back to Vancouver, all the time wearing my lederhosen. I feel bad for the people sitting next to me on those rides as I must have stunk of meat and beer the whole way home.
























24 Sep

I got out of my ride share in Berlin and found my hostel I was staying at for the next few nights. I was about to head out for the night when Claire came running through the door and gave me a big hug. Those of you might remember Claire from Turkey when I was traveling with her. It was great to be able to meet up with her again and have a mini reunion. We had made plans to meet up again in Berlin for a couple of days.

The next day we went on a tour of Berlin which was the best I have been on in Europe. It was amazing how much history had gone on in this city from so many different time periods. After the tour we cleaned ourselves up and headed out for the night. We wanted to hit the underground scene in Berlin and were pointed to a club called The Golden Gate. When we got there it was a really dodgy looking place under the tram line covered in graffiti. We decided to walk in and did not regret it. It really filled out around 2am and by the time we left at 7:30 it was still packed. We went home and said our goodbyes before I set out again into the world.


Familiar Faces

10 Sep

I was sitting down having a coffee in Vienna with my friend Heidi, and a guy walking by looked too familiar. I yelled out “Terrell” and he stopped and turned. It was my buddy Jeff from back home, so the beers were ordered and sat down with his friend Jack. It wasn’t long until another Tsawwassen girl Teryn joined us. It was pretty cool seeing someone from back home as it has been so long. The next four days were filled with too many stories and good times with two boys from back home. Like all good things they came to an end with him flying back home and me moving on in Austria for my next adventure.



10 Sep

If cheap beer and beautiful women are not your scene than stay far clear of Belgrade. I had been here a couple of months ago on another trip so I knew what I was getting into (or thought I did…). I quickly found a hostel with some awesome Italian guys I met on the train and then the party started.  A half litre of beer in a bar will run you around 1.5 Euros ($2CAD), so your dollar goes a long way on a night out. We were lucky enough to meet some girls from Belgrade who were willing to show us the nightlife around town. The clubs were packed every night of the week with the most gorgeous women I have ever seen in my life. They all wore high heels and were all dressed to kill. I was told that summer is the downtime for nightlife and that winter is when things really get going in the city. I couldn’t fathom something better than this, but I might have to make a winter trip back sometime in this lifetime.









End of an Era

29 Aug

The boys Sammy and Rob have been travelling together now for two weeks. We have met some amazing people along our way that will not soon be forgotten. We picked up Claire in Fetiye, a fellow *JAFA. The three of us formed a trio that just fired on all cylinders. I really give it to Claire for staying with us stride for stride and putting us in our place when needed. She was a classy woman with two classless boys.

Sammy my man will be missed as we formed a bond not easily attained on the road. He is definitely somebody that I will catch up with later on in life on one continent or another. We became a family, but like all good things they must come to an end. I am again out on my own without the crutch of close buddies but strangely it feels refreshing. You can never get too comfortable and the unknown once again awaits me, hope it brings more of the same!


*Just another fucking Aussie- Travelling term for seeing an Australian (they are everywhere!)

Fetiye to Olympos Cruise








Fetiye to Olympos Cruise
















Cappadocia, Turkey

Horizontal Lifestyle

26 Aug

For those of you who think this post is about something else, get your mind out of the gutter. We found this cool little hippie town called Olympos on the South coast of Turkey. Came across a little backpackers that cost us 10 euros for a private room, breakfast and dinner included. It was deemed the perfect spot for the next 2 days to recover from the cruise. The hardest thing we did was walk somewhere to lunch and then carried on to the beach. We lived in the horizontal position 85% of the time, quite the rough life style. It was a nice curveball from the rate I have been going at, but could not stay longer than that so we ponied out of there on the next bus to something involving a little more effort.


Olympos, Turkey








Olympos, Turkey

Man Time

23 Aug

Been on the road now for two months and there are certain things you miss from home. There is nothing like gathering around a TV screen with the boys, opening some cold ones and placing some bets. We were sitting around our hostel one night and it came up that Barcelona was playing Real Madrid at midnight. So the boys Matt, Hev, Dion, Sammy and I all got our stock of beer and sat down and placed our bets on the game. These guys were all super genuine and we had a great man date together. Looking around you could see that we all got a little piece of home out of the night. The winning score went to Hev and he took our winnings to the local pub for a round of shots for the boys. There is nothing in the world like some great man time.


Plans Change

21 Aug

I was trying to figure out how I was going to get myself from Istanbul to Athens one afternoon and Mr. Alex Morrison gave me the idea to head to Bodrum in the south and hop over on a ferry. I packed up and was on the next over night bus. Once in Bodrum I found the closest hostel and sat down for a nap.

Once up I went down to the harbor to check ferry schedules and the only ferries going were at 9:30 the next morning. Figured spending one day in the sun here was not the worst thing to do so I found the closest beach and posted up for the afternoon. It wasn’t too long until I was talking to two girls from Sweden who were there for a week. The day ran into the night and we went out on the town. A few beers later Laura talked me into staying around for another day, I also had too many beers for an early morning ferry departure.

The next day I was sitting around the hostel when my top bunk partner next to me arouse from a slumber. The handsome lad introduced himself as Sam from Melbourne. We started chatting and we were like peas and carrots from the get go. He talked me into staying in Turkey and going for a 4 day booze cruise. Two days later I stepped foot on a boat leaving Fetiye and the rest was history. Greece will have to wait for another day for this traveler to touch down.








































Almost Scammed in Istanbul

16 Aug

So I was walking around downtown Istanbul trying to find a pub to cozy up in when a guy started chatting with me. He told me he was traveling from Cyprus and was looking for a bar too. We walked for a bit and then he said his hotel recommended this spot close by so we rolled there. A couple of dodgy turns and alleys later we walked into this very dimly lit joint. I was thrown off right away when there was a group of 12 or so girls dancing and looking at themselves in a big mirror. The guy ordered 2 drinks but the old gut was saying something was off here, I quickly asked how much beers were and of course they were 4 times the price. I remembered hearing that this was a type of scam so I grabbed my jacket and told the guy to screw off and was out the door into the next pub to sip on a very reasonable priced Efes.

Tel-Aviv Airport Gongshow

12 Aug

Well getting out of Tel-Aviv has to be one of the worst airport experiences I have ever had. It started out with the first line up of many more to come, at the end of this line was a guy waiting to ask me many questions. He took my passport and then interrogation began. What is your last name? Where were you born? Why were you in Israel? Are you traveling alone? Why? Do you have any friends or family in Israel? Why would you visit here without knowing anybody? Did you visit the West Bank? After he was through, I was passed along to his supervisor where she asked all the same questions and then many others. 20 minutes later I was allowed to put my large bag through the X-ray machine.

Once my bag was put through the machine, they determined in needed to be searched, so I waited in another line to get my bag checked. They made me unzip my bag and they went through the whole thing checking for who knows what. After they were satisfied with the search I was escorted to check into my flight.

Once the ticket was issued and bag checked, I was escorted again to security. I was told to go stand in line number two. I followed orders and it was not long until I realized this line was not moving. The only time I moved up is when people were put into other lines. After a good 30 min of no real action in my line I was summoned by an officer to another line (MOVEMENT!) I put my carry on through the X-ray machine and surprise, surprise they wanted to go through it. They took some cords out and ran it again, then some more cords out and through again, third times a charm right? After three times through the machine they deemed me not a threat so they let me continue on with my gauntlet.

The next step was Passport control, I got stamped out of the country and I was finally free to wait the little time to my flight. Thank God I decided to go to the airport early or my flight would have been long gone without me. The only saving grace to the experience was meeting two cute Israeli Dentists in the airport, then once on the plane they came and found me and made me switch seats with the person next to them. A few drinks later we were in Istanbul and I set out again on my own.