Lost, Found, and Mildly Fermented in Bergen: Day Two of My Chaotic Norwegian Pilgrimage I wake up in Bergen on my second day, disoriented in that special way that only happens when you fall asleep in...
Welcome, If your passport had feelings, itâd be tapping its photo page impatiently right about now. Whether you're chasing ancient echoes through misty glens, hunting down the perfect single malt, or just trying to remember which adapter works in this countryâagainâtravel isnât just a destination. Itâs a dare. A whisper from the world saying, âBet you havenât seen this yet.â So⌠where will you go next?
Scotland is the best country in the world because it has the best motto in the world. Scotland did not go for Unity, Love, Peace or any of this kind of Rubbish.
To define the Scottish people the Motto in Latin is: Nemo Mae Impunay Lacessit.
Which translated into English is: I will not be provoked with Impunity.
Which translated into Scottish is: Its "Who you calling a cunt ya cunt
Lost, Found, and Mildly Fermented in Bergen: Day Two of My Chaotic Norwegian Pilgrimage I wake up in Bergen on my second day, disoriented in that special way that only happens when you fall asleep in...
The Long Way Home: A Dramatic Monologue From the Driverâs Seat of My Own Sanity March 28, 2026 I wake up in Bergen for the last time on this trip, staring at the ceiling like it personally betrayed...
The Rainy, Colorful, FjordâWrapped Gem of Norway Itâs Day 13, and I wake up in Bergen to the soothing sound of⌠rain. Of course itâs rain. This is Bergen â the city that treats precipitation like a...
A Snowy, Slushy, Scenic Saga Iâm Living Through Right Now Itâs March in Norway â that magical time of year when the calendar insists itâs spring, but the weather is still very much in its...
I walked into Vigeland Sculpture Park expecting a peaceful morning stroll. You know â trees, birds, maybe a statue or two of someone looking noble and Scandinavian. Instead, I found myself...
I woke up in Copenhagen with that familiar roadâtrip feeling: excitement, mild confusion about what day it is, and the sudden realization that I had to pack everything I had explosively unpacked in...
I woke up in the Copenhagen Marriott feeling like a completely upgraded version of myself â the kind of person who sleeps deeply, wakes up refreshed, and briefly believes they could run a marathon...
Leaving Hamburg Thereâs a particular kind of quiet that settles over Hamburg in the early morning â not silence, exactly, but a softness, like the city is still deciding what kind of day it wants to...
I left Hamburg in the morning with the kind of optimism that only a wellârested traveler and a dangerously overconfident playlist can produce. The sun was shining, the GPS was behaving (for now), and...