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5 Reasons Why Europe is Better Than America!

this is what every beach looks like in Europe

I caught a lot of flak from the Europeans in my last post, Why Europe is Worse than America who couldn’t take a joke, so I rushed to get this one out before someone hacked my site or beat me up. While most of my reasons for  why America is better than Europe are just small day-day-day “luxuries”, Europe’s reasons for being better than the good ole’ US of A are more utilitarian, practical and sustainable, so here you go! 1. People ACTUALLY use public transportation and don’t feel bad about it What the subway looks like in Philly… Unless…

7 Reasons Why Europe is Worse Than America…

small shower in Europe

Haa haa made you click! If you’re a Euro, you’re probably peeing your pants you’re so angry, and if you’re Canadian, you’re probably pissed too because I’m referring to “America” as the United States. I love Europe, but there are certain FAILS that should be addressed. But, don’t worry, before you think I’m just some pompous American prick, the next post will be “Why Europe is Better Than America”, so just take a chill pill and let’s do it! 1. You have to pay to use the bathroom in public places Why the hell should I have to pay to…

The Gayest, Non-Gay Experience of My Life: Round 2 – Budapest Bath House

Guys playing chess at szechenyi bath house

If you haven’t read The Gayest, Non-Gay Experience of My Life: Part 1 – The Turkish Bath House, I suggest you do so before reading this post. After almost two years of intense psycho and physical therapy, finally letting people touch me again, and having as much sex (with women) as humanly possible, I have finally shed the terrible memories of the homo-erotic Turkish Hammam in Istanbul. It was not easy moving on after such an experience, but it had to be done. Fast forward two years, and I’m still traveling, and more than ever in fact. I’m currently in…

The Gayest, Non-Gay Experience of My Life – The Turkish Bath House

inside the cold pool at Gedipasa Hammam

After 24 hours of travel getting from Miami to Istanbul, I wanted to do what I always do in a foreign country where my dollar goes further than the local currency, indulge.  Usually that’s grubbing at nicer places than I can normally afford, drinking top-shelf liquor, and of course…a massage. I have been to a bath house before (went to one in Budapest), and I felt more like I was at a pool club rather than a hammam (Turkish Bath house), but that’s not what I walked into in Istanbul. There are no beautiful Asian masseuses at Turkish Bath Houses. The hostel…

Montezuma’s Madrugada Ambush….

The-World-or-Bust

At 2 AM I slowly floated into that limbo between deep sleep and consciousness. A wrenching in my innards that could have only been mistaken for a nightmare ferociously pulled me from my placidity. I lay shivering to the bones, only a sheet and small handmade blanket to warm myself. The temperature dipping to 34 degrees in the 9000 foot highlands of central Mexico where Queretaro resides. The mighty Montezuma with his unsympathetic hand reaching deep into my gut and ravaging me for my foolishness to think I could come to his world and dare to eat,drink, and be merry…