When I went to Iran I was Persiana non grata.
Air travel is boring. I snore above the clouds.
When I was on vacation in Europe I hooked up with a chess player. I came a pawn her in Prague; I made my move, and man it was Czech mate. What a knight! She looked like a queen-cut lass, but turned out quite kingky. The next day I felt great, like I could have done a hundred bishops. That’s something I’ll never get board of: the thrill of the chess!
I went to Kinshasa, DRC, hoping to see modern skyscrapers, but saw nothing but demolished buildings. I guess you’d say there was an in Congo ruins between my expectations and reality.
Luft hansa, please, if you’ve ever been on a German airline.
Don’t go to hotels in Iran. You’ll just line the pockets of the Hyatt-toll-ah.
Don’t drink anything while vacationing in the Caribbean. Especially in Jamaica. You’ll get the rums.
Embarking on a rail journey is guaranteed enter trainment.
Whenever I leave the country people say I emigrate guy.
The voyage of an alcoholic, aka Goo-Liver’s Travels.