Last Day in Ireland

     Before the Sexually Deranged Cat Wrangler has a chance to impose more rules upon us we get up early and hit the road. First step to getting to Slaehead: back out of the parking space. Brandi had a few problems with this. After the 3rd attempt we finally mount

Irish Road Trip

     The day starts with a bit of confusion on Brandi's part. Which side does the car operate from? And the transmission may take a small beating, but we got full coverage so let's F this mother up. While it provided me with a bit of a laugh Uncle Rob took the first shift behind the wheel, although I did catch him on the wrong side

Dublin

At last we arrive at the hostel where I can properly battle this hangover with water and sleep. NOT!!! We get there and we're forced to wait 7 hours before we can check into our room, "ASSHOLES"

Next Stop... Dublin

So naturally the most entertaining person (me) sits in the front seat of the cab and offers an amazing 2.5 minutes of conversation before passing out. When I wake from my slumber I hate life, "Damn that bouncy castle. I've made up my mind, I hate the person that

Return to Scotland

It was a long, strenuous and non profitable four weeks back with IPG. Got screwed around and just didn't see any motivation from them to get this Canada idea off the ground. Maybe for the best, now I don't have to worry about it and it's one less distraction from my real goals. But, finally made it back to Scotland where my

12 DAYS IN SOUTHAMPTON

     Upon my return to London I shacked up on the couch back at my old flat, you guys still rock, as do the new additions to the flat... Sophie. Also, hit the streets again with IPG, made £350 in my first week back... yeah that's right, I still got it. But looking for some cheap rent and a chance to see

The Last Leg

So as promised this past week was ridiculous. I know I left Berlin as a bit of a cliffhanger but to be honest that was just to keep you reading. Berlin included some kewl sight seeing, Inglorious Basterds (sic movie by the way) and a pub crawl that left me drunk off 1 euro Jager shots and in

Amster - DAMN

So after surviving Okoberfest I was off to Bruges for a couple days where our little travel family from June re-united. We thought these couple days would be a bit of a rest period before Amsterdam… I was wrong. We found a bar with over 300 different types of beer

The Rematch: Scottie Baker vs Munich (Oktoberfest)

     Last time I wrote there was still the uncertainty of where I would be sleeping on the Friday night… I know everyone must have been worried but it’s okay, I managed to get a bed. So, as you know I won the first round of the rematch; partially due to my jet lag still wearing off, but regardless I won.

Round 2 (Wednesday): 

The "Bird"

     As of this day (some day in February) drinking at Dirty Dicks, an EpiphiTree hit me in the face (Homer Simpson). The bird is an amazing creature; it can represent the soul. If you let it go it will soar in the sky, you'll have a new view on life and the world. The feeling of weightlessness and infinite paths you can take and destinations you can reach is what will set you free. This is why I'll name my first bar... THE BIRD

I'm Coming Home

       So it’s been 5 ½ months since I left and hell yeah it went by fast.  Still not quite sure what exactly I’ve taken away from it yet, I think I may realize it more over the next couple months while I’m home.  Despite all the ups and downs and the negative bank accounts,

Running with the Bulls

        Now I realize it’s been a couple week since I did the run but it’s not something you easily forget.  So John, Anastasia and I take a nap to prepare us for the crazy 14 hours to come………. Now that we’re well rested we catch the last bus to Pamplona, which was a free-for-all mosh pit.  Upon arriving we were awe struck