I'm So Sick From The Drink . . .

The beginning of my journey, a bumpy flight, and an encounter with frighteningly real mannequins dressed up as British sailors. . .

We travel past the White Cliffs of Dover, through World War I Battlefields, into the city of Paris, where strange musicians and topless women await us!

Today we have a full day in Paris, time enough to see priceless works of art, experience world class culture, and take a backhanded compliment from a cab driver!

Woke up this morning and was quickly on the road to Switzerland. I was so excited, I decided to wear neutral colors. This morning on the bus we received our day song. The song was "Home for a Rest" by the Canadian folk rock band, Spirit of the West. I have to say, I loved ...

This morning our tour group was being taken to a Swiss watch store for the heart of the Contiki experience, the sales pitch. Tour managers make part of their money from commissions, so in many cities there are little demonstrations and sales pitches organized for the group. Although I have to say, Amanda our T.M. ...

Traveling through the Swiss Alps, the Italian Alps, dinner in the world’s second smallest country (or largest tax shelter, depending on how you look at it) and pondering the decision to cover Rage Against the Machine and The Rembrandts in the same set.

Waking up in paradise, climbing a small hill, trolling the adult shops, and getting caught making out in an alley.

Today I attempt to survive the most hung-over bus ride I’ve ever had, balance an architectural wonder on my back, and hold a jug of beer in the loving embrace matched only by a parents love for their child.

Today I narrowly avoid a panic attack inside the walls of an ancient church, eat raw cow, steal a pictures of a priceless work of renaissance art, and nearly incite a riot open exiting a nightclub.

Today I take a ride into the ancient city of Rome, have one of the most awkward conversations of all time, and finish off the day by urinating in public in front of not one, but two Contiki tours.

Today I get groped multiple times on the Italian subways, get in touch with my religion, and fall asleep in one of the seven wonders of the ancient world.

Today I get my revenge on Italy and grope a statue, discover a beer I previously thought was fictional, and survive a dinner in a mafioso restaurant, although I did pay for bread.

Today we visit Venice, a large sewer which they decided to build a city around.

I’m not going to lie, this was one of the wildest days of the tour. Read this entry, and just try and understand some of what went on.

Today I head to Vienna, get accused of shooting heroin in a bathroom, and go swimming inside a pyramid.

Today I find a house on the Austrian Parliament Building’s roof, visit a wonderful booze factory, and dance the night away on teen night at a local nightclub.

Today I learn why you should never leave the club early, shop for ten people in five minutes thanks to a favorable exchange rate, and enter into a beer drinking competition that will require dedication, teamwork, and a complete disregard for the health of one’s liver.

Today I take a look at anti-capitalist propaganda, almost get impaled, experience my first Australia day, and break the heart of a Czech girl . . .

Today I travel to St. Goar, eat dinner, and go to a wine tasting.

Today I find a place where cheese and footwear exist in perfect harmony, experience the red light district, and watch a New Zealander bug out and run off into the night.

Today is the drunkest day of my life, period.

The last day of the trip, and taking hangovers to new heights.

The final days of my trip, and arriving home.

An update on the life of Steve, one year Post-Contiki.