Monday, July 30, 2007
Agrigento, Sicily. Hot, Hot, Amazing, Hot, Amazing. The Valley of the Temples is an area between Agrigento and the water that is stocked with Greek temples from the 6th and 5th Century BC. One temple when it was build was the size of a football field. In the Temple of Hercules which was mostley rubble we could walk around in it. It was a three hour experience involving a 2 Liter of water, 3 cokes, 2 small bottles of water, and 2700 year old buildings. Loved it. We have spoke to a few poeople in Syracuse who have been to Greece and they are convinced the ruins in Sicily are better. Of Course these are Sicilians we are hearing this from, but non the less, the ruins here are spectacular.
Friday, July 27, 2007
1. Dirty as hell
2. If you have a death wish get in a car
3. Not all that much to see
a. If you did find something of interest and managed to dig it out of the trash piles around it, someone would honk at you to move on.
My Dad always said "The deffinition of a split second is the time between a traffic light turning green and a Saudi hitting his horn"
There is something faster than a split second in Sicily. They don't even wait for the light to turn green. You cannot go more than 30 seconds at any time on the road without hearing a horn, NO exaggeration.
Driving in Paris is a breeze compared to this.
On the bright side our Hostel doubles as a Prison in the non-tourist season. Holes in the walls, no AC, no lift (we are on 5th floor) Non locking community showers. All the elements you look for in a prison.. er Hostel.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
We spent two days in Vieste Italy. A beach resort on the east coast of Italy.
We were the only two Americanos in the city, no kidding. Many Italians, a few Germans, Zero Americans. A shopkeeper even said we were the first she has seen in the season.
Vieste is definitely out of the way, but well worth the trip. Many narrow mountain roads to get there. Our hotel was feet from the sand for 40 bucks a night.
It is HOT HOT HOT down here. Unlike Romania no one has died yet due to the heat wave here, but I may be the first. Our room was an oven. Two large, mostly naked men laying on a double bed together, sweating like pigs is a frightening sight.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Vienna and Salzburg are postcard like beautiful. Much like myself.
This picture is of Salzburg, which after walking the old streets and seeing all the shops was like going back in time. We spend the evening in a pub watching the USA vs. Austria under 20 World Cup game. The bar was packed, 90% Americans. We lost but was a very good time.
The Bouncer was named "Elvis" A Gigantic man with a buzzcut than ended with a Elvis like top and huge sideburns. He was Austrian, but spoke excellent english. A touch like AHRNOLD but more spitting. The night was filled with many stories of Americans throwing up in the bar because they "can't drink for shit." He did say we were always very polite though. His one trip to America and what did he do... Route 66. I think Germans/Austrians think more about Route 66 than Americans do. I then met the owner, who after talking to me awhile says I can come back and be a bouncer there when I learn German. Elvis had four huge rings on his right hand that spelled
"K I N G" classic night.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I am nothing but impressed with Bratislava, small for a capital but worth the trip.
Alright, i am screwed, Budapest jail and cavity search coming up. I say sorry, throw a few lost tourist attempts at him. He takes a deep breath, "Fine" ah he is picking up English quick. "5000 Fine" After we negotiated our ticket in Poland from 1000k to 100 I figured my skills for debate we about to flourish. Just as i begin my retorte, he whips out a ticket book and starts writing. I explain to him the absurdity of the metric system and how minuscule 10kph really was in the greater scheme of life, but apparently his English stopped at "Fine", and "Speed". Then the sweet heart gave us directions back to the highway.
Hungary was a beautiful country but after two parking tickets and a "speeding" ticket I am glad to be out of it.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
1. Czech me out Tshirts
2. "Authentic Czech crafts" yeah made in china scratched off the bottom
3. Dodgy food shop
Otherwise, still a very beautiful town.
This was our Hostel in Prague, we called it the prison. More like a pod than a room.
Krakow was stocked full of bars, shops, and eats.
We hit multiple places every day. It was our break from sight seeing and more of a focus on relaxing and a drink or 20. My new favorite drink is Strongbow cider. Damn tasty. We were in a Irish pub till 4am on Friday night, the place closed at 2am, that's how popular we were. The LA million dollar agent, and the Pro Poker player were a hit. The bartender was Polish but spent a few years at Kansas U, then we met the manager Dave, who was Irish and didn't speak any polish. His dad owned the bar with a friend. The other owner rolled in about 10pm and proceeded to get smashed upstairs with the Karaoke singers. We moved up there at 230 am when the bar supposedly closed. Hour and a half later and a phone number from a kid who deals "underground" poker in Dublin and we were out into the 4am night. Was a night to remember.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
We didn't discover it was gone till Prague. Very disappointing, i got online and changed all my info that day. Prague was beautiful but an avalanche of tourist. I have never seen so many tourists in one place. Also our hostel must have doubled as a prison when it had no hostalers.
Now in WrocŁaw Poland, which i did't know existed until yesterday. The drive to Krakow was a bit much from Prague, so we cut it in half and stayed here. Beautiful hostel, called the Stranger, easily the best hostel yet. Krakow tomorrow.