49 pence to fly to Dublin and 12 pence to fly back - I really felt ripped off when I bought my first �2.50 pint of Guinness! So it's true. Guinness does taste better in Dublin especially after the 5th pint with the beer drinking shindig slapp'n music. Our visit involved the birthplace of Guinness, stretched across 5 floors of reading pleasure. After learning what a "hop" looks like, we skipped the next few floors to the free pint in t...

Catholics and the vatican city are like beer and the Oktoberfest in Germany. So without a doubt, we had to pay religious homage. We needed to be blessed, blessed by the holiest of liquids...beer. Munich Oktoberfest. Although, we spent the first day visiting a concentration camp "Dachau", it wasn't too long before we were in beer belly central. Lashed on 1L pilsners with some fellow italians, absolutly murdered some german songs, fell off the table t...

To add another badge to the backpacker sleeve involved the patriotic trip to the 90th Anniversary of ANZAC Day in Gallipoli, Turkey. It was a cold arctic night, fighting for elbow room amongst a swarm of fellow ANZAConian descendents on the beach of ANZAC cove. Prince Charles, Johnny H and some NZ woman (rumored to be some ruler of their little island), spoke a few powerful words along with a the futuristic laser show and some token didgeridooing. Touching servic...

Ok...recaping from the seedy internet cafe in Moscow...We departed the internet cafe in an old russian elevator that may have served as a dumb-waiter in earlier centuries. It was the size of a rabit cage and covered in luscious woodgrain, just like the rankarina television (maybe its birthplace). The steel gates slammed shut, the elevator descended. Then the bloody thing started slapping side to side and dropped two feet in a mighty crash. The cable must of broke...

Allo. I'll try and condense this email like juice. This place is seedy and my stomach clock just rang.One thing I forgot to mention in my last email, which is an important mommento (i.e. an alcholic landmark), is that I drank fermented horse milk in Mongolia! Smelt like off watermelon and tasted like it came from the wrong pipe (bladder that is!!) it is not something you would drink at the local pub. Served with mangie old curd and sloppy butter, it is one vo...