The CrosbyReport is not just another “travel blog.” You can easily Google that phrase and get 3.6 billion results—yeah, with a B. That’s how many unemployed English Lit majors and failed romance novelists have posted self-indulgent travelogues about café-hopping through Western Europe.
But, what you can’t easily Google (because I’m not great at SEO) is my singular—and wholly unsolicited—perspective on the world’s top tourist destinations. For that, you have to read my travel reports, join the CrosbyReport mailing list, or stop by my house, which is currently in no condition to accept visitors.
The CrosbyReport is a humor site that’s about travel.
Why did I choose travel? Frankly, the hardest part of writing is coming up with topics to write about. And since travel is something my wife forces me to do with annoying regularity, I get a steady stream of unexpected encounters, awkward interactions, and embarrassing indiscretions—enough to write a freakin’ book.
After all, what other human experience forcibly interjects you into the lives of strangers who speak a different language, have different customs and values, and really don’t want you around? I mean, besides an open-mic standup set at a Chinatown laundromat.
Your amusement is all but guaranteed.*
If you don’t find my travel reports at least mildly amusing, let me know on Mastodon, Pixelfed, Tumblr, LinkedIn, Facebook, or Twitter, and I’ll sulk around for days, maybe longer—that’s my solemn promise to you.
*Guarantee not valid anywhere capable of supporting human life or lawyers.
