To my credit, I don’t appear drunk. Sleepy, tired faced and quiet are what I appear. I am not vomiting, grumbling incoherently or stealing babies, I am just trying to stay still until we touch down.
I am sick and tired of people telling me how LUCKY I AM that I “get” to travel.
I didn’t follow the magic travel double-rainbow and find a pot of golden flight vouchers at the end. I never rubbed a lucky travel rabbits foot and found myself abroad.
Gone are the days where the airport is a friendly, stress free place to be. In the course of 5 days I take 5 flights, pushing me to my limits of patience, anger and exhaustion. Will I lose my shit?
Slightly tipsy with a grumbling stomach I march into a traditional parrilla joint and order up a platter of BBQ’d meat. I have no idea what I am in store for…
In America, what do you yell to pick up a beautiful woman? So began a hilarious and frank exchange with my driver about the philosophy and technique of picking up women.