Mr. Yeats wrote on Jan 24
th, 2015 at 5:04pm:
fucking Vladivostok, oh globetrotting one?
No, I'm afraid the closest I got to that is Krakov. I'll share some of my Krakov story, which I posted over there-----> in an anti-Eagles Flame War, just for shits and giggles.
"When I was in Krakow, I had a beautiful, sexually un-requited fling with this gorgeous Polish boy named Jaroslav Yenderevscek (groan). He was so beautiful and sweet and the night we met, we ended up at this Mexican bar (no shit) at 4 in the morning and the DJ there found out that some Americans were about so he played Hotel California for us (unbidden) and Jaroslav asked me to dance with him to it and he told me then that his dream was to ride across America on a Harley (heart breaking) and so I slow danced with him and we did a bunch of crotch grinding with the guitar solo, which was the closest I ever got to screwing the guy. Which was for the best because now I can imagine that it would have been amazing as opposed to knowing that it was average even though it held so much promise."
Nowadays, I content myself with watching Ewan MacGregor and Charley Boorman (it's so darling the way he spells it with an "ey") riding across Mongolia, etc. Someday, I tell myself. Someday.