Archive - 2015

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Things I Learned Living with Three Girls… and Charley
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Ladyboys and Bathroom Sex
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Mormons in Madrid
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The Full Moon Party
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The Human Centipede: Vietnam Edition

Things I Learned Living with Three Girls… and Charley

I rented my apartment in Madrid while still living in the U.S. so that I would have a place to stay when I first arrived. It was a rookie move, and I ended up paying about 200 Euros more per month than I should have. I decided to move out after the end of my first month and quickly learned that trying to find an apartment in Madrid is like trying to find a quote from Donald Trump that doesn’t make me cringe – damn near impossible.

Fortunately, my apartment troubles led me to a fun two-and-a-half week couch surfing experience, with the East-coast goobers pictured above, where I learned a couple of life lessons.

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Ladyboys and Bathroom Sex

My final stop before returning home is a week long stay on Koh Tao, another of Thailand’s islands. It’s getting toward the end of the week and there’s a bar crawl on the island that everyone participates in. I sign up and head on over.

The first stop on the crawl is a ladyboy cabaret. I’ve already been to one of these at this point on the trip, so I figure that there won’t be any surprises. Foolish.

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Mormons in Madrid

So I’ve been in Madrid for a little over a month now and have yet to write a damn thing. The reason being that, thus far, the scope of my experience has been confined to the inside of a classroom. I’ve been taking an intensive course to become a certified English teacher and have spent nearly every waking moment either in class or working on a project for class.

This month-long course has now been followed up with a berserk week of job hunting that I have spent pinballing around Madrid like a coked out Mr.Pacman (what are those little white balls he eats made of anyway?), taking any and all interviews available. I’ve officially accepted a job teaching English at Deloitte, and now that I finally have some free time on my hands, I’d like to recount my first few days in Madrid.

I touch down in Madrid at 7:00 p.m. local time. It has been a long day of flying and the time difference is a nine hour jump forward so I’m a bit out of it. My first test upon arrival is figuring out how to buy a metro pass from the ticket machine.

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The Full Moon Party

The Full Moon Party on Koh Pha Ngan: thirty thousand drunk and reckless tourists cram themselves onto a sliver of beach for a night of depraved debauchery that rolls on until the sun rises. Color me excited.

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The Human Centipede: Vietnam Edition

I decide to fly into Hanoi, Vietnam because there is no way in hell that I’m taking a 20+ hour bus ride after my previous experience. The main attraction here is Halong Bay, and the only way to see it properly is via a tour.

I sign up for the highest rated tour which is called Castaway. It’s a 3-day, 2-night booze cruise that includes kayaking, rock climbing, and a bunch of other activities. There are roughly 30 people (about a 50/50 split of guys and girls) on this 3-story boat, and it’s all led by our tour guide Tom, whose sole purpose is to get everyone on the boat as drunk as possible.

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