The adventures of Boris, the great globetrotter
You hear the dull sound of a chopping axe while you follow the vultures' trail.
The air is crisp and clean. Sunshine hits your face, you feel alive.
Without a word you ask the men if it's okay to take part in their ceremony.
You are late because your bike chain broke again.
When the ceremony's master splits the skull and cuts out the brain, it is done, and the giant birds may resume their feast.
And you know, I really didn't expect to witness such a thing when I left my German village six months earlier …
To be continued …
— Globetrotting Boris’ Guide to Globetrotting —This? Don’t.Just don't. Really. I mean it. It's stupid. Really stupid. So don't. I did. It's stupid.
— Tales Of Travel —They used to call me 'spider'.(Because of my tiny arms)
— Tales Of Travel —The Travel Towel TutorialTo stay clean and thus healthy on adventurous travels (oh, yes, even at home), the following might come in handy some day …