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.
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?
Amsterdam wasn’t always a haven for patchouli-wearing, pot-smoking perverts. For a long time, the place was just a big-ass swamp.
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.
Compared to Australia’s other major cities, Melbourne is a breath of fresh, and freezing Arctic air.
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.
Like hot, dry weather, and tiny plates of ham? Then you’ll love Barcelona.