India is an exceptionally beepy place. All the roads in Chennai are packed full of vehicles zooming about in seemingly well organized chaos, tooting for time to time From what I can tell there are four types of motor vehicles: motorcycle, three wheeled moto taxis, and full sized busses. The larger two appear to have had their normal horns removed ( Read more... )

Where as mosquitoes here have a casual disregard for me, the ants seem to find me irresistible ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream that I stabled notes to my knee caps because I did not want to for what was written on them, and today Ace of Base’s hit song ‘All that she wants’ was playing on a loop in the lobby of the fancy hotel in Lucknow during checking in ( Read more... )

I am generally dissatisfied with the mosquitoes here. It is not the numbers that bothers me, in comparison to the intolerable swarms I’ve encountered else were, even in my home state, India has been fairly mosquito free. However, the ones I have encountered are big, lumbering, and exceptionally apathetic ( Read more... )

I am sitting in the Vienna airport, and the lack of order, efficiency, and aesthetic appeal is astounding ( Read more... )

Well, I’m back in school after 6 moths in Peru and a month bumming around California. Its nice to be back workin’ and schoolin’ again, after the trip I’m all traveled out for a while. I’d formally like to thank Tony, Megan, Ari, The Parents, Matt, Kyle, Ari, Josh, and John for giving me a place to crash on the trip ( Read more... )

Well, I’m back in the US after 6 months. First impression… well… there is Elvis impersonator directly across for me. Need I say more? Maybe a little more. They had the cutest little beagle sniffing bags for drugs. It was just plain lovable with shinny little eyes and waggley little tail. I think the idea with the cute little dope smeller was to ( Read more... )

Now, I’m done several type of fishing in my life, and they all take at least a bit of skill. Piranha fishing is the exception. A fishing pole for piranha fishing is nothing more than a stick, a string, and a hook. It turned out to be simple: put a little bit of chicken on a hook, toss it in the water, and jerk the pole before the fish steel the ( Read more... )

Birds were every where night and day. Chirping, squawking, catching fish, and just kind of hanging out. None of them seemed to care a tiny bit about people being around. The notable exception was the Horned Screamer, which would fly off in flocks the instant it saw us. Interesting fact: the name ‘horned screamer’ comes from tow facts, it has two ( Read more... )

My trip to the Amazon with Anjie was fuck awesome, better in every way than I expected. We arrived in Iquitos, found the agency we were traveling with, and an hour latter we boarded a little speed boat with and Australian (Keith) and an Englishwoman (Emily) headed to our camp 2 /12 hours up the Amazon, then up a little tributary. My first ( Read more... )