Our afternoon at Berlin's abandoned airport was so great that we decided to spend our week exploring more of Germany's forgotten gems. Next on the list was the overgrown wasteland that is Spreepark, Berlin's huge abandoned amusement park.
After a ridiculously expensive week in Munich I thought I'd try save some cash and attempt to hitch-hike my way north. The weather prior to leaving was outstanding so needless to say when I woke to start my estimated 6 hour hitch to Berlin it was bucketing down.
I soldiered through the rain and after 5 rides and almost 12 hours later I found myself in Berlin.
My friend Clare was in town so we hired some bikes, bought the cheapest red wine we could find and headed to the abandoned airport.
Four days of Oktoberfest on the trot leaves a man feeling very sorry for himself and with a sizeable dent in his wallet.
We found refuge in the ripper (and affordable) hostel, The Tent, which is literally a series of big fucking tents that hundreds of people sleep in between soldiering through consecutive days drinking themselves into oblivion at Oktoberfest.
Important lesson learned: If you book a budget sail around the greek islands there's a good chance you'll be put on a dingy and exclusively drink vodka-sea waters for a week.
Despite this, and despite our perpetually pissed off sail leader, we had a fucking ripper seven days with some legendary people.
Stopped over in Nice for a couple of days on our way to Greece. Drank some beers, spewed some spews. Same old.
If festivals were olympic sports Sziget would definitely be the mother of all marathons. Aptly dubbed 'The Island of Freedom' it boasts 10 days of partying on a huge island in the heart of Budapest.
Running on Pringles and cheap Espressos we boozed our way through the tour only stopping to hydrate, talk to dealers and occasionally catch some music. Highlights include: moshing to Excision, spewing in some poor child's bucket and watching our Ukraine neighbours attempt to function after chain smoking pot for the entirety of their 'experience'.
After receiving some dubious directions to Kosice's Paradise National Park we eventually arrived only to spend a few hours hiking towards a waterfall that I'm convinced doesn't actually exist.
Our time in Prague was filled with pub crawls, walking tours and seedy days spent in the beautiful park behind our hostel. We met a bunch of Canadian legends who helped make the hungover days more bearable.
Rather than spending a small fortune on a hostel we elected to camp by the river on the edge of the city for a few days. We also refused to pay 50 euros for a tent so we elected to sleep under the stars on top of our sleeping mats. Our new Dutch friend Diemer followed us from Brussels and proved super helpful as communication with some of the locals was difficult for us monolingual plebs. He also carried a small peculator and stove in his seemingly endless rucksack so he's basically a hero.
With a small stoke of luck we arrived in Brussels on the eve of their day of independence which was a refreshing surprise after being told by a girl on the bus that we'd be "very scared" in Belgium because of their recently raised military presence. Despite not feeling very scared the military were in fact there in full force. Troops wielding automatic weapons patrolling every corner was a great juxtaposition to the blackout drunk ravers that filled the city.
London welcomed us with two days of blistering heat and more sushi than any human should ever have to consume.
A short camping trip with some very lovely people.
A few photos from a recent laneway party in Melbourne. Still getting a hang of the cannon ae-1 and definitely needed faster film.
Just like the box's dark, illicit design I wanted the Cup of King's wrapping to stand out. I chose recycled paper and combined it with a sketchy spray paint stencil to give it a prison contraband look.
Melbourne's most depressing suburb providing a not so depressing sunset.