Starbucks groovin'

Where the hell am I???

Hello cruel world. By the time you read this, I am probably dead. haha.. just kidding....I'm at Starbucks.  That was just a silly suicide joke. Those are the best. 

So a lot of people have been emailing me and asking where the hell I've gone round too...

Dear Rossgoround?

You left us hanging with your last post... Where are you???  Are you at the Great Wall of China? Did you volunteer to help orphaned Gazelles find adoptive Mommy and Daddy Gazelles in Kenya?  Can't wait to find out.

Suzie Yermand,

Alpo, Texas

Dear Suzie.

If you go to Google Maps.  Then enter the key words "My brother's Couch."  That is where you will find me.  Back in NYC.  For the month.  I haven't had a chance to post pictures yet from Scotland because I was being a lazy.  But here they are. The sea kayaking trip was incredible. The group of people I met were so amazing and so fun, that it was sad to leave them.  The final night I was passed out on a wood floor of a cabin in the middle of nowhere Scotland after having done several shots of Scotch and kayaked through what I think was a Hurricane.   All I remember was falling asleep to a group of people singing "New York, New York." But it was heaven.  The weather was not heaven. The weather could go Fuck itself to be honest.  We had rain followed by more rain, and then like when your peeing after a long night of drinking and you think you got it all out...but then you pee some more.  That's what the clouds were like. The Scottish clouds were drunk and broke their seal and just kept peeing all over me.    There's no more perfect description.   Although it was annoying, the grey weather fit the landscape and when the sun did burst through the clouds...it only lasted a few seconds, but it felt unreal.   Similar to how girls describe sex with me :)  Jk. I'm a champion.  

So without further delay, I present to you Sea Kayaking in Scotland....   

and stay tuned because I'll be posting more  this week and more adventures are on their way as soon as I refill this thing called my bank account.  Donations will be accepted.  None of which will go to help orphaned gazelles. Those things just get eaten in a week anyway.  

here was the first beach we kayaked to...

after we had to go ashore because of the Hurricane weather, we found this spot to set sail again...

Me with Jen and Garreth...two very very funny people...

Above is one of the guides who's name was Ross as well.  Ross is a very popular name in Scotland.  Ross was awesome. I was jealous of his beard.  

And as you can see below, I was thrilled to See that Scotland, unlike Paris allows their gay animals to rome free....

http://rossgoround.blogspot.com/2009/06/gay-rights.html

Heaven is playing Scrabble with that as your background...

Me working on my tan

Inside our teepee cooking...

Who's that burly man making a fire??  Oh, right...that's me ladies...

if you look closely, you can see me there reading...i can't ever remember being so relaxed

Knock Knock. 

Whos There?

Ross's.

Moving on....

I've been camped out in Paris these past couple days doing some personal projects.  After a bunch of research I finally planned my next adventure.  I wont tell you what it is, but I'll let you guess by helping you with a few clues... it involves a kayak, a sea and a bunch of Islands off the West coast of Scotland called the Summer Isles.    Give up?  Ok, I'm going sea kayaking in the Summer Isles of the West Coast of Scotland.    It's six nights of kayaking like 8 hours a day from Island to Island and then camping out.  I can't wait.  Apparently you are guaranteed to kayak next to whales and dolphins so I'm very excited but also a bit nervous.   This is what I hope my pictures look like.   So tune in tomorrow for a final post before I am internet free for a whole week...

Traveling

This post really has nothing to do with around the world travelling but the travelling violation in the sport of Basketball.  I was in a bookstore in Paris and asked if there was an english section.  There was, but it only contained about six books.  Luckily for me there was one called Basketball, by James Naismith, the inventor of the game.  Inside it had listed all the original rules and regulations.  What i found hilarious was that the game was invented in 1891, but Profanity wasn't considered a violation until 1906.  I went digging in the archives online and was luckily able to find some video footage from some of these earlier games.  Here's a clip.

General Showoff

I'm back in Paris for a few days just saying hi to a friend.  I had a few minutes to kill so i poked my head inside a free military museum.  I couldn't believe this cocky guy...
"Hey everyone look at me!!   I have the most medals ever out of any War General in the history of War!!  This one is for leading my troops into the Battle of  Luxemborg.  This one is for when I fought along side Napolean.  And the third one from the right is my Merit Badge for Knot Tying. " 

Hello my name is....

I was out with my friend from Croatia one night looking at her phone.  Her cell  had soo many names in it that I was convinced she didn't know who all of them were. I was scrolling through quizzing her, and then I came upon this entry.  This graphic is a reproduction of what I actually saw.

"You have Jizz on your phone." I joked... Which would have gotten a laugh in America.  "Yeah, that's my best friend Jisabella.  But we just call her Jizz. "    "Seriously?   Is she a porn star?"  "NO! Why?"   "Do you know what jizz means in America?"  "No."  (insert me acting here)  "oh...OH...Ewwwww."  We both started dying laughing.  

We met up with some of her friends later that night.  I pictured her being like  "This is my friend Semantha, but we just call her Semen.  And this is Sploogella.  But we just call her..."

you get the idea..

Sorry for the childish humor, but I thought it was classic.  Here's a more mature bit for you.  This truck was parked outside of the supermarket in Vienna early one morning...

Nothing like a fresh delivery of Titz to start your day off right.  

My Mis-Steak and a Post Correction

I was out to dinner with this Croatian friend and we both ordered the steak. When the meal arrived, both filets were served on a combined single platter over a bed of vegetables for us to split. Without hesitation she said "I get the better one."  Slightly annoyed, and knowing I was paying the bill, I asked "Why do you get the better one?"  "Because I asked for it." she said.  In my head I thought, I didn't remember having the option, obviously I would have asked for the better one too. "You wanted the one with more red." She reminded me.  I quickly realized she meant 'well done', not 'better', and like a true gentleman I replied " Oh, right. You take the better one. I insist."

Correction:

I stated in a previous post that my friends from Boston only like to get drunk and watch the Celtics. That was extremely rude of me and after receiving several complaints from my Boston friends they would like me to clarify that they are more than just one dimensional people that get drunk and watch the Celtics.  They also like to get drunk and watch the Pats and the Sox.

Thank you.

Also, I think it's hilarious that I have a number of new foreign friends who just read that and are most likely not familiar with American sports references. In my mind I had what might be their mental image of people from Boston getting drunk and just looking at socks.  

Here's a wild Friday night out in Boston...