Travels

If I hear another "Hey Japan!" shouted at me I'm going to knock someone out.  It's ok when a couple of people do it, but when kids on the streets start yelling "Hey Japan! Korea?" at me, and keep on shouting it at me when I say, "No, Vietnam" or "No, America" I'm really going to go crazy.

The earthen homes squatted together like bubblewrap popping off the desert.. the rounded domes reminds me of Luke's farm in Star Wars (they're round to reflect the intense sunlight).

From Ink, my uber cool friend (click to see full image). See, I make fun of myself, too. Link.

It's not that I care what you all do, it's just that I have to be subjected to walking retards dressed in oversized parkas and too short pants and well, where have all the girls gone?

Beyond the touts who pester you every three minutes for taxi rides and hotels and 'hey, you want papyrus shop? maybe later?' and camel rides and packaged tours — we got screwed by a tourist police officer!  I'll repeat it. As tourists, we got screwed by tourist officers.

And to the observer?  The pyramids are grand. Put in the right context – historical, mathematical, cultural, architectural, geographical – and they become incredible pieces of human ingenuity.