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Unreal Vienna Host

10 Sep

I got into Vienna early in the morning and just as promised my friend Heidi picked me up at the train station. I knew Heidi from UBC where she did an exchange for a semester. We went back to her dorms at the University that would be my home for the next few days. Heidi went far out of her way to make sure I had a good time in Vienna. She showed me around the city and the good spots where few tourists go. We would cook some amazing dinners together (her being the way better cook), and then hang out and chat. Heidi truly went far beyond any host and I am really grateful for it, I hope one day she comes back to Canada so I can return the favour.



Vienna, Austria Vienna, Austria





















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.









Danish Hospitality

21 Jul

Well my solitude did not last long… At the end of my last meal out with my parents I asked our server where I should spend my Saturday. After a few minutes of chatting she gave me her number and told me to call her in the morning. After I parted ways with the folks the next day (see Gravy Train is Over), I called up Line and she came over to my hotel. She lived close by and said we could drop my bag off at her place while we went out for the day.

We grabbed her bikes and she took me for a tour all  over Copenhagen. We rode through lots of parks and saw all the sites to see, it was great to finally get out in the city when it was actually sunny out. After the bike tour we went back to her house where her mom made us a Danish lunch. After our cool down we jumped back on the bikes and went to Tivoli the amusement park right in the middle of Copenhagen. We had such a great time on all the rides, especially the fact you got to see all of Copenhagen from the tops of them.

It was getting dark and figured it was time to start drinking so we rolled back to her place for some food and a warm up for the night. We drank with her neighbours and her sister and then out to the club. All they drank were shots, no time for casual beers so things got ugly fast. I was out on the dance floor most of the night, killing any reputation Canadians had for good dancers. We slimed home just after 4 to crash at her place.

The next day we woke up and Line took me to the national museum and then we went and watched a movie. It was raining again so we went back to her place for dinner, her mom made us some Mexican food. I packed up my stuff and then Line walked me to my Hostel. We then went out for a quick beer before I said goodbye to the best tour guide I could have asked for. A great way to start off the trip, so Thank You again Line!


Gravy Train is Over

16 Jul

Yes it is true, my travelling life is about to change dramatically. My parents have just left me in Copenhagen and I will no longer be living on their dollar. It was a tearful goodbye (once mom starts it’s all downhill) and then I was alone in the hotel room. This would be the last time I would be laying in a room by myself. I now start the hostel circuit, where I will be bunking up with travellers from around the globe as I continue this musical mystery tour. It is pretty exciting to be out on my own, there is not a lot of plans for here on out and that will always lead into a good foggy tale. I just want to thank you Mom and Dad for a great trip, and don’t worry Mom I will be home before you know it. For the rest of you here’s to hoping I won’t have to be giving special favors to afford this trip.


Carlsberg Factory in Copenhagen

14 Jul

A Night in Riga, Latvia

12 Jul

The night started out like most others on this trip, my parents and I wandering around the old part of town looking for a place to eat. We found a nice little place off the main square called D-Style. We ordered some drinks and food and had a quiet sit down while checking out the nice scenery passing by. After dinner our server invited us back later because one of the owners was throwing her music video release that night.

We sauntered off down to another bar and sat outside to watch some live music. It was a little uncomfortable for a while as I had to endure some creepy girls snapping pictures of me from another table. A couple more Zeltas (Latvian Beer) down the road my parents left for the hotel and I was left to peruse the streets.

 I stopped in at a dance club where there was a bachelorette party going on, I shared a couple of dances and accepted a few of their drinks until I felt it was time for the next spot. I found a change of gears at a quieter Irish Pub, grabbed a pint and stood on the patio. A couple of tall dudes walked by so I asked if they played ball, after a little chatting they came in and bought me a beer. One of them ended up being the assistant GM of the Raptors and the other used to play. They were over watching Jonas Varound the    in the U19 world championships (still think it was a lousy pick). We shot the shit about ball for a while and then went our separate ways.

 I wandered back to D-Style but had sadly missed the premier, but the music video was still playing on the TV. I recognized the blonde in the bar and walked up and asked her how the premier went. We watched her video for a while and told me about making it and how she was part owner of the bar. She bought me a few drinks and then took me outside to meet another one of the owners. I couldn’t believe it when I saw that the other owner was just as gorgeous. I spent the rest of the night talking with the other owner; she was a big hockey fan so perfect in my book. I didn’t spend a dime the rest of the night, we drank Canadian Club and Zelta, the Canadian and Latvian pairing. The clock struck 5 and it was time for this traveller to stumble back to his hotel room, with the birds chirping and sun out it was quite a civilized stroll home.

Back to the Roots

4 Jul

The main reason we took this trip to Scandinavia was that my Dad’s side of the family is from Norway. After doing the main travel destinations in Norway it was time to make the long trek to Odda where it all began. We got up at 5 in the morning and piled into the rent a car, it was pouring rain as we made the 4 hour drive to Odda. When we got there we only had time for a quick walk around of the town. My great grandpa grew up there before being swindled to Northern Manitoba and then eventually Powell River. Odda was a little town at the end of a Fjord and I could imagine how isolated it was back in those times. It was a stunning backdrop with tall mountains on both sides coming down to the water, I could not imagine moving from here to brown Northern Manitoba. The day ended with another 3 hour drive to Bergen where we caught a flight out to Stockholm. Very few people get to travel to the place it all began and this was definitely something checked off the bucket list of life.