I’m going to write a sitcom pilot called “Hostel Takeover” or “Hostel Territory” or some such punny thing. I envision it being something like Fawlty Towers meets Melrose Place. Basically, lots of miscommunication and lots of vengeful sex meet to make Primetime gold. I’m not exactly a pro hosteller, but I’ve stayed at quite a …
I’m a really positive person but I tend to worry. A lot. Before my trip I was worried something would go wrong with my visa. During my flight I worried that the airline would lose my luggage. Now that I’m here, I’m worried I will get raped and die. But that’s why I’m here. Not …
No, I didn’t fall into a rabbit hole in the space-time continuum — although that would be super cool and totally unexpected. No, it’s just that New Zealand is 16 hours ahead of you knuckleheads in New York. Thus, I am blogging from the future.
