Drink Drank Drunk

But of course bars in Brunei don’t really exist.

Drinking a beer, hanging out with the overseas Chinese.

What is gained and what is lost from walking a wayward path.

A hero falls in Tua Hai. Falls out of his chair, that is. Too much Tiger Beer was his reward.

OLAFSVIK, Iceland- “There is nothing to do here. Look around, there is nothing,” an 18 year old kid in a bar in Olafsvik explained. His statements were by now seeming to me like a mantra of youth in rural Iceland. This time, finding his town beautiful and full of life, I countered his statement. “Look around, this [...]

Pipe Talk and Graffiti in Budapest“Do you know Bairro Alto?” he asked me, “Everybody hates it [graffiti] there. But to me it is a newspaper on the walls. Most of the people hate that bullshit. ‘That graffiti, that graffiti’ [they say] . . . To me it is a newspaper. I am reading right now [...]

Czech Friends, Hockey Talk, Hardcore Music, and the PoliceI was feeling a little drawn out last night. I had worked all day on completing the Hobohideout pages for the Poets Corner Hostel in Olomouc Czech Republic, wrote a little, put my bicycle gear in order, and then realized that it was 11PM. I did not [...]

One Week in Prague Czech RepublicDrunks yelling, intoxicated laughing, Englishmen fighting, and the smell of a dorm room that neither slept nor washed.One week in Prague.A week my constitution could have done without, but one which my heart reveled in. I had fun. I needed this Prague week of people running all around, cheap beer, [...]

Lessons from an Israeli Street FighterI remember walking down night time the streets of Prague with an x-military Israeli. He was talking about all the fights that he had fought; about all of the people that he had killed and wounded: “It is easy to kill,” he said, “but it is a lot more difficult [...]