I arrived in Huay Xai on February 8, 2012, looking forward to the Gibbon Experience - ziplining above the treeline, from treehouse to treehouse, swining with the gibbons. Oh, how things wouldn't work out like I wanted. The boat brought me across the Mekong River from Thailand into Huay Xai, Laos, and I immediately set off to the hotel, to drop off my backpack and get something to eat. On the way, I stopped to book the gibbon experience. FULL. All booked up ...

One night in bangkok makes a hard man humble. Depending on which street you walk down at night, it can make a hard man do all kinds of things. This night in Bangkok, it was Khao San Road, and it was, to paraphrase my friend Barney Stinson, legend - wait for it, scorpion goo is not - dairy" It started innocent enough - sitting around in Lub'D Bangkok (the hostel) with nine other travellers, when Dora the Icelander said "when we gonna eat some scorpions?" My ...

I'm a little bit behind on my blog. I left Malaysia two days ago, but oh, what a time. It can best be described as the The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. The good: Kuala Lumpur, a thriving metropolis and capitol city of Malaysia, where I meet this beautiful British girl, Sophie, on my first full day there. I decide to go to the Batu Caves, and while looking for the bus stop, I see her 20 feet away, looking as confused as I was as there was no sign indicati...

Singapore is living up to its name - because every night I hear these guys and girls snoring, I contemplate the ultimate sin and smothering them with a pillow. After I get out of Singapore, it's hotels for the rest of the Asia leg of my trip. At least now, it's only one person with the nasal ramblings all night long. He's right above me, so every time he starts snoring, I kick the bottom of his bed, careful not to snap the pine boards holding up his bunk. It ...

Hungry after flying for more than 18 hours, I easily find my hostel - A Beary Good Hostel - throw my stuff into the locker, and run out to get some food. No chains, definitely no McDonalds. Walking around Chinatown, I quickly realize that I am seriously a minority. One white guy for every hundred Asians, maybe. This is going to be a crazy place. Every square inch of this part of Singapore is a tourist trap - selling wares from cheap clothes (but expensiv...