I was on my way to hike Mount Battie, when I passed through Camden and spotted these treasures. The sighting inspired an almost two-hour delay to my mountain top ooh-ing and awe-ing.
There’s something everyone experiences when they visit they visit The Icelandic Phallological Museum in Iceland. A special moment that no matter where else you visit in in the world, you’ll never, ever forget.
When you hop over to a foreign country, you just wanna grab a cold one, right? Meet up with some cool kids that probably won’t steal your passport or leave you tied to a flag pole or anything?
This story is one of my favorites, and the inspiration for my kick ass mountain tattoo.
The wife beater clad teen yells obscenities at me. We’re standing on South Ave, he’s just approached me and asked to bum a cigarette. I tell him I don’t have one, after asking him to repeat what he said.
Farmer’s Markets are more or less the same, but I still like to look at them.
Morrie and I took a long walk around Asheville’s River Arts District today. The sweltering heat was worth the great shots.
When I first arrived in Reykjavik, I had no idea how much Icelanders loved dried fish. The night we flew in, we went to a local grocery store since it was the only thing that was open.
Remember that time I ran into Of Monsters and Men in Iceland? Me too. Hipster level, expert!
I desperately tap on my phone. “It’s dead,” I say loudly as someone brushes past me. “Dammit.” The British equivalent of Aziz Ansari, Shami, grins at me and says, “It doesn’t matter. No one will believe you.” He starts laughing, near maniacally as he has all night. He disappears into the crowd of young travelers…