Jetting Educated

I had never met many Australians, only a couple I think, before heading off travelling. Then, I realised, that Greece is the Oz of Europe- at least when I was there. I studied them well in many locations and learned loads of interesting things about their culture and habits. Lets get this out of the way first then: Australians can drink extremely competently and some seemed to want to display this skill every night. I met 53 Strayans (as some call themselves) in 39 days and as I recall they were all big drinkers. I was inspired my first night in Santorini where there was no kitchen and no chilled solution for the beverages. What to do? No fridge? No problem- Eskie to the reskie Aussie ingenuity from Ryan was on it way- he and Christian grabbed a large box from the supermarket, as well as a sheet of plastic and a ton of ice to make a portable freezer or 'eskie'. When I asked if it was named so because Eskimos also made them, they were unable to give a def

Its day 32 on my first backpacking trip through Europe, I'm in Firenze and looking at my diary. I'm seeing how many tally marks I can put to faces. No, not like that. Let me explain. In the back of the diary I have a list of countries, and a mark for each person I've met from that place. Specifically, its people that I've sat down and talked to, rather than having briefly met, otherwise the list would be difficult to manage. And besides, I'm mainly interested in recording the nationalities of people who Ive made friends with, even if they have only been 'single serving'. Birds and bins in Firenze The stats so far are 21 nationalities, 12 being from the EU, and the others from all over the place, including Israel, Argentinia, Oz, South Africa and Vietnam.         As of today, 120 tally marks are on the list. I think I could recall nearly all the faces if I tried. In the 'lead' is Australia whose people have taught me much, but

How people act around others who are sleeping can tell you a lot about them. This is especially true in dorm rooms where people's sleeping patterns are always different. Whether its someone having a huge lie-in, mid afternoon siesta, early night or (let's be realistic) coming home drunk, there are always people asleep when you're awake or vice versa. Most backpackers are considerate and try to be quiet but no surprise that some seem to not give a shit. If I  know I will be back late, I have been trying to make preparations for drunk Dion (or 'Jack' as many of you known him) such as making sure my toothbrush, contact lens case and glasses are by my bed and ready for use. Its simple. I don't have to turn the light on and blind people and I don't have to faff through all the, frankly, unnecessary crap I have brought with me to find what I need. The number times I have awoken to see drunken travellers rummaging through their pack like a post-hibernati

Day Seventeen, first post. This may seem like a poor effort but when combining a lack of wifi with the fact I don't own a laptop it becomes more excusable. I am currently on the island of Ischia, Italy, roasting to near certain death- in a good way. I think. Its been about 35 degrees every day which to be fair is not so bad. Someone I met said that recently, when she was in Dubai, it had been 51. In perspective, 35 degrees 'ain't no thang but a chicken wang'. As some people say. The hostel I am staying at with Lauren, an Australian I met in Naples, is run by three brothers and is actually a converted convent. The Nuns and I probably enjoyed the low ceilinged bedrooms, charismatic dining (drinking) area and sea views in a different ways though. In addition, the brothers (along with their Dad, Salvatore- the most Italian looking old man ever) have many other establishments that we are allowed to take advantage of as patrons of the Ring Hostel. One such p