When I staggered into the emergency room, bent in half and moaning in agony with every breath, I was met with a completely empty desk. No one in sight except for a handful of patients in the waiting area chairs. I figured someone would hear me and come out to…

Why yes, this is a full-tilt, vanity listicle, shamelessly basking in personal achievement in the Lonely Planet universe. You wanna make something of it? All right, then. I’ve already forgotten how this got started, but for some reason I was cataloging all the Lonely Planet articles I’d written from late-2010…

Pretty self-explanatory. If you can’t see the video or if YouTube is blocking it in your country, try here.

Now I realize that there’s really never a convenient time to descend into jabbering insanity, but one would at least hope that such a singular event might be preceded by, I don’t know, a heads-up? A courteous note of forewarning? Just so one can put their affairs in order or…

Just north of Chisinau, on the road to the Cricova winery, there’s a devious little speed trap in a 300 meter long, little buttfuck settlement, barely large enough to be named and nowhere near large enough to appear on any maps. The two cops in this almost-town have absolutely nothing…

Some of you may have noticed that yet another window has appeared in the left margin over the past week. The addition of the “Best of KB” window has made the margin well over two feet long now, but I believe it’s necessary for the benefit of the tens of…

I apologize in advance for the length, but not really. I vblog like I write – it’s either 2,000 words or nothing at all. [Cross-posted at This is Why I Love Minneapolis]

It’s been a while since I compiled a lengthy list of my opinions and pet peeves and given them an authoritative title so as to pass them off as travel gospel that panicky newspaper researchers can quote in last second filler stories. (Goddamn I love the internet!) Plus, I just…

My day of ‘ultimate fly fishing’ had finally arrived. I’d initially taken this term to be a mirthful oxymoron, but that was before I was rocketing past volcanoes and cruising mere tens of feet over forest canopy at a breathtaking 130 MPH in a Bell 407 helicopter to engage in…

F*cking Italy!!! OK, OK… Let’s just calm down and try to discuss this like rational, levelheaded F*CKING ITALY!!!!! Here’s Italy’s latest piss me off endeavor: Last April, I rented a car from a so-called “car rental agency” in Florence through a broker web site called Nova Car Hire, to use…