Hi I'm Nick. I like traveling and making people laugh.
This blog is what happened when I combined the two.

 

 

 

 

 

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Am I a Bikini Wearing Pedophile?
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Sex: Slut or Prude? Player or Loser?
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Axe Murderers and Male Breast Cancer
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Southeast Asia Travel Advice
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Rock Bottom in Cambodia

Am I a Bikini Wearing Pedophile?

I recently worked at a 2-week long children’s camp in Spain where the hours were, I shit you not, from 8:00 a.m. to 2/3 a.m. when we finished our nightly meeting. There were ten counselors running the camp and in order to maintain our sanity, we played little games with each other throughout the day.

The person who lost the game each day got messed with in some way by the other counselors. The first day, the girl who lost got drawn on with permanent marker (mustache, unibrow, goatee, penis). It was a funny and relatively tame punishment.

I lost the next day. Our camp went to the beach twice a day and it was decided that I would have to wear a bikini and have makeup put on my face. The fuck? That’s quite a difference in degree of punishment. That’s like stealing a beer in the U.S. v.s. in Saudi Arabia: a slap on the wrist or the removal of it.

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Sex: Slut or Prude? Player or Loser?

Sex. Everybody’s talking about it, everybody’s done it: our parents (gross), our grandparents (Oh God why?!), our great-grandparents (So wrinkly, sweet Jesus,  stop it!), and so on. But why has this natural act that everyone does become so horribly twisted in our society? It has for both boys and girls, although in very different ways.

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Axe Murderers and Male Breast Cancer

Semana Santa (or Holy Week) has come and passed here in Madrid. It’s a holiday that consists of Ku Klux Klan members parading down the street while carrying effigies of Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary.

Just kidding about the KKK part. There’s some religious significance attached to the attire. Although, I suppose there’s a possibility that some of them are actually in the KKK. I mean, if I were in the KKK, this seems like it would be a pretty sweet gig. You get to wear your favorite outfit, and who doesn’t like to look their best? You get to carry a giant cross with Jesus on it which, although it isn’t burning, is still a close second. AND you get to look like Patrick Star dressed up as a ghost, which I feel is something that we can all enjoy.

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Southeast Asia Travel Advice

A lot of people have been asking me where I went when I was in Southeast Asia. Instead of continuing to email that info around, I figured I would post it all here.

Before I embarked on my three month trip, I was incredibly nervous and wanted to piece together a perfect plan. I emailed every acquaintance I could think of who had been to Southeast Asia and pleaded for their advice. I then took time compiling their lists into one “super list” of places to go. Over the course of my trip, I didn’t look at that list once.

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Rock Bottom in Cambodia

I read a quote the other day about the problem with social media being that, “…we compare our behind the scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.” That really resonated with me. When you’re feeling down, what’s one of the first things you do? Pop on the computer and check out Facebook. And it’s filled with pictures of your friends at that music festival or in Vegas partying it up, and then you feel worse because why aren’t you having fun like they are? Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: they’re all filled with moments of when we’re at our happiest. They provide a slanted perspective of life. Shit, life is hard. Some days you feel sad and alone but you’re never gonna see a tweet like “feelingaloneandconfused #existensialcrisis” even though I’m sure that’s a feeling that everyone can relate to. No one is happy and loving life all the time but we try to make our social media personas come across that way.

I’ve realized that I’ve been doing just that with my blog. If you knew nothing else about me, you’d think that my life is one crazy party, where I hop carefree from country to country, concerned only with where to find my next beer. Yet the partying is just a sliver of my life. What I haven’t talked about are the times that I get down when I’m traveling, and I aim to change that by telling you the story of the time I found myself down and out in Cambodia, smoked opium, and got mugged in a local village.

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