Hell is a Hostel Kitchen

by Alex in Food, Gear

I think food is important. I may have mentioned this once or twice.

I think food is the most important part of day to day life – so much so that I decided to do it for a living. As a chef, I get paid to cook for people all day.

As a chef who also backpacks, however, I also frequently have to cook in hostel kitchens, surrounded by people who – without wishing to be rude to anyone – don’t seem to know what they’re doing.

And it bugs me.

photo by: hannumakarainen

Six Hours in Prague

by Alex in Europe, Topdeck

Prague is a city of culture. The Czech capital has been built up over the centuries into a winding maze, filled with a multitude of museums, galleries, architectural styles and the finest art and music Europe has ever had to offer. It's the kind of city you'd need a week to explore, and a month to even begin to fully appreciate.

We had half a day.

Travelling Stomach First

by Alex in Food, Epigrams and Interludes

There's something bizarre that happens when you travel with a chef. Something we do that no one else really does. And in the two and a half years since we left Australia, we've met a fair few travelling chefs, so I know I'm not the only one who does this thing.

Simply put, when you take a chef to a new city halfway around the world, they want to eat it.

Top Ten Photos of Europe on Tour

by Tasha in Photos, Europe, Topdeck

If you'd like to read more about of our whirlwind tour of Europe, click here! As always feel free to link to your own faves in the comments and/or on facebook :)
 

Auschwitz and Birkenau: Those Who Came Before

by Tasha in Europe

Today was a heavy day.

How I Met Your Drug Dealer

by Alex in Europe, Topdeck

Alright, gather round, kiddies! It's story time! Today, uncle Alex is going to be telling you the story of how he almost got knifed by a random drug dealer while on a pub crawl in Krakow, Poland.

At first, we were having a lovely evening - exploring the heart of Krakow with our friends Ally, Jona, Car and Carlos, having hot chocolates in funky underground cafes, and eating giant sausages for dinner - juvenile innuendo included, naturally. And then the pub crawl itself started.

We don't have any pictures from that night, so instead this article will be accompanied by photos of Krakow that your mother would approve of.