The Hostel Kitchen or: Why Cooking while Travelling is an ill-advised Endeavour
It doesn’t take someone diagnosed with OCD to sense that the typical hostel kitchen is a filthy cesspit…
Category: rant
Pissing like a Parisian
In Paris there’s one smell that always seems to be lingering. I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the scent of freshly baked baguettes or unfiltered Gauloises wafting through the air…
