When writing my CrosbyReports, the Travel Destinations are of no importance and are, to be perfectly honest, 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 destinations like Lisbon, the Sahara, or Tahiti, you will be sorely disappointed. My apologies.
Let me tell you about Mount Tamalpais State Park in Marin County, California.
If you like temples, tea gardens, and time-travel, you’ll love Kyoto, Japan.
If you’re headed to Tokyo, Japan, you’ll need help surviving in the world’s most monster-prone battleground.
Ithaca puts two bastions of radical, anti-establishment, and progressive thought on Cayuga Lake, the middle finger of the Finger Lakes.
Few other travel destinations offer tourists as many different and dangerous ways to painfully die.
Oaxaca, Mexico is a full eight-hour drive from the nearest coast. What the hell, right?
Who knew that aqua and teal were real colors that actually existed in the real world?
Tahiti makes Bali look like Detroit, Michigan in the winter.
People don’t come to Belize for white sandy beaches. They come for what most islands don’t have: an epic, ocean-taming barrier reef.
Not every vacation destination we choose is some exotic location in a far-flung corner of the globe. Sometimes, we’re just too lazy to make proper travel plans.
Seattle is famous for its horrible weather, so it’s no surprise that I don’t live there and never will.
The Napa Valley is full of beautiful places to get stinking drunk.