Travel Destinations
When writing my CrosbyReports, the travel destinations themselves are of no importance. In fact, to be perfectly honest, they’re almost beside the point. They’re nothing more than a subject or topic around which to make stupid jokes. So if you’re expecting to learn something useful about travel destinations like Lisbon, the Sahara, or Tahiti, you will be sorely disappointed. My apologies.
Pompeii was the orgasm capital of Ancient Rome until Mt. Vesuvius came all over the place.
Like ancient Atlantis, this once-flourishing metropolis vanished suddenly without a trace. Or did it?
Naples Italy is dirty, noisy, and crowded. But the city has its downsides, too.
Naples Italy is a vibrant city that’s veritably overflowing with restaurants, shopping, gelato, and shipping containers.
Last flight out of Marrakech: Our mostly true tale of survival during a global pandemic.
While Morocco was still allowing flights out for the time being, our window for escape was closing fast.
Want to take the “Marrakesh Express” to Marrakesh Morocco? What are you, high?
It’s yet another reason why I hate Crosby, Stills & Nash.
Morocco’s Atlas Mountains aren’t the world’s tallest, but at least they’re not more @#$%ing desert.
Morocco’s local mountain range is nothing to sneeze at.
Africa’s Sahara Desert is hot, dry, and sandy AF.
We go glamping on the last exit for civilization.
Chefchaouen Morocco is called the “Blue City” because people have eyes.
A city in northwestern Morocco that’s noted for blue paint shortages.
Tangier Morocco is close to Europe, but don’t hold that against the place.
Is that the Atlantic Ocean? Or the Mediterranean Sea? Surprise, it’s both!
The Douro Valley is Portugal’s less snooty version of Napa.
The dress code here is basically, “Just wear pants.”
No city crams in more Europe per square inch than Porto, Portugal.
Experience Europe in its most concentrated form.