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Twenty Sweet Disasters Later: Curiosity Killed the Blog? Also, I am NOT your toilet slave, people.

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Ahh, the bucket that started it all...

It occurred to me the other day that a lot of people from a lot of weird countries have been glancing at my little page here, and I thought, so how on earth did some dude from like, Norway (for example) ever manage to find my blog? It’s not like I like, promote it or shit. I then did something remarkably stupid, and had a look at the search engine terms that have thus far led people to my dear Offatthewrongstop. Of course some were clearly my facebook buddies (real or imagined) getting their daily fix of my disastrous misadventures, but a shockingly large percentage (like nearly 80% and, yes, I am a dork) were a little, shall we say, disturbing. Ok, a lot disturbing, hence why I’m sharing them with my (slightly creepy yet) adoring fans. What follows, in no particular order, are some of the interesting things that people are interested in, with which almighty Google thinks I might be able to help.

P.S. Anyone responsible for that which is found below is totally welcome to fess up and explain themselves at any time.

P.P.S. Actually they have been ordered. I found it interesting that nearly everything fit into three broad categories, with a separate listing of people who clearly take me too literally and should learn to spell. And / or drink less.  Also I’ve cut out the boring ones :) Read the rest of this entry

Nina’s Travel Rule #9: Amsterdam is Fabulous for Two Days Only, Especially if You’re Sleeping in an Opium Den

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Amsterdam. Land of Joy.

I met a traveller once, in the world-renowned Flying Pig hostel of Amsterdam, who seemed pretty cool.  Well, actually he seemed to be high as shit, but I figured that was cool, I mean it was a hostel in Amsterdam, after all.  Our conversation went something like this:

Me:  “So what’s up?  How long you out for?”

High as Shit Guy: “Uhh, ‘bout a year.  Left Australia like six months ago.”

Me: “Oh cool!  So where’ve you been?  Must’ve been amazing!”

HSG: “Oh.  Uhh, yeah.  Well, uhh, I’ve been like, here?”

Me: “Oh.  Uh huh.  So like, Amsterdam?”

HSG: “Nah, nah, like… here.” Gestures to our seating area.

Me: “Oh.”  And I just can NOT let this one go. “So you haven’t made it off the floor of this hostel in six months???”

HSG: “Nah.  Keep thinkin I should, but like, I like it here.   And if I like, left, or whatever, how would I like, know where to get my drugs?  I mean, I got the dude down the street I see every morning.  Like, what would I… do?”

Me: “Yeah, that’s a toughy, man” [“Yo,” poke poke to my brother, “we gotta get the fuck outta this hostel, dude, before we’re sucked into the vortex…”]

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