Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Air New Zealand has nothing to hide.
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New York Times article
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Inside Coach-Bump & Grind

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Friday, June 5, 2009
FORGET UNCLE SAM, MEXICO NEEDS YOU!
The recent North American furor over the Swine Flu outbreak has been a terrible blow to the economic health of Mexico, but its physical health does not seem at all compromised. The dangers have been blown completely out of proportion by the US news media & the risk of healthy adults contracting any type of illness in Mexico is very low. It’s impossible to stress the use of common sense enough. Exactly like in the US & Canada, clean hands are of utmost importance. Always wash them thoroughly with soap & water before eating. Wash or use hand sanitizer after using ATM’s, handling money, opening doors, holding hand rails, riding in taxis or on public transportation. Keep your hands away from your face. Just as you would at home.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
BAR NUN-The Canterbury Eats & Ale Seattle, WA

“Work is the Curse of the Drinking Man.”
Let it be known that I care a great deal for the Canterbury & that this piece will be neither unbiased nor objective. ACTUALLY, I FRICKIN’ LOVE THE CANTERBURY. It is unequivocally the coziest bar in my town. It feels like home, perhaps because for years I lived 4 blocks away & whenever my internet-porn addicted roommate used to chase me out of the apartment so he could look at skeezy websites, I would walk to the Canterbury.
Naturally, since those days I’ve spent much time in its Tudorian splendor of my own free will. Truly a dive, there’s been many a frigid winter evening snuggled into a roomy cracked vinyl booth enjoying the fire place and a glass of Jameson in this Olde English bar. Cathedral ceilings & cobwebby wrought iron chandeliers contribute to its haunted castle aura. Despite the décor, it is mercifully free of Gregorian chanting. In fact, the Canterbury has one of the best juke boxes in Seattle & it hasn’t been changed in at least a decade. Typical of a night’s playlist: Neil Diamond, Murder City Devils, Pixies, Tom Waits, maybe a little Van Halen, some Dolly Parton or Patsy Cline, possibilities are endless.
The cast of characters here is also unlimited. The staff is fantastic, consisting of no nonsense, hard pouring bartenders & cute, snappy waitresses. Patrons are generally heavy drinkers, few hipsters. Perhaps you will meet the elusive Ice Wizard, whose sheer absurdity rivals Spinal Tap. I promise this guy is for real. He looks like a Scandinavian death metaller, won’t divulge his actual name, wears a massive pewter belt buckle in the image of a wizard in a pointy hat holding a crystal ball & hangs out by the juke box urging folks to play his favorite selections from Screaming for Vengeance. You can’t miss him, just look for the leather biker jacket bedazzled with “Ice Wizard” on the back. Honestly.
Though not the place to find the cheapest drinks, the Canterbury provides excellent quantity for the price. Certain cocktails historically served as shots have been known to come in a rocks glass here, such as Chocolate Cakes & Oatmeal Cookies. Order your drink with or without mixer, you get the same amount of liquid. Happy hour is Monday – Friday 3 to 6 PM. The deal is 50 cents off all beer & cocktails. Not a great savings, but your $8 double call liquor drink is still going to come in a pint glass, even when it’s not happy hour.
For entertainment, there are several pool tables, pinball & shuffleboard. Pool is free until 4 PM
every day. Better yet, bring a book or the newspaper & settle in. Feel free to treat it like your living room, whether it’s relaxing times or a lively gathering you’re searching for. It’s an ideal place to meet a few friends or arrange a shindig. Just don’t arrive hungry. Food here is often questionable, but the menu is sprinkled with fantastic quotations about drinking. If you’re really drunk, you should just have some nachos. FP
534 15th Ave E. Seattle, WA 98112
(206) 322-3130
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Inside Coach-Keep it cool.

It's a well known fact the most educated, calm and collective persons' brain turns into mush when stepping through those airport doors. Although there is no excuse for rude ticket agents, keep in mind that they typically see hundreds, even thousands, of people everyday. Each person generally has the same questions for these agents, and although you may have been quite nice to the agent, maybe the person before you yelled, called them names, or even threw their coffee at the agent. It seems that even the most normal people drastically change when traveling. The bottom line...keep cool and you will typically get what you want.
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Saturday, February 7, 2009
No job? Why not travel?
Have any good tips to help with recession travel planning? Share them with other travelers in the comment section. JJ
Sunday, February 1, 2009
BAR NUN-Andale's Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico “Who the F#%k is Alice?!” or “A Donkey Walks Into A Bar. . . “

Welcome to the weirdest bar on Earth (unless you’re an alcoholic expat septuagenarian. Then it might seem perfectly normal). If you’re not, don’t let that prevent you from having a wild time. It takes all kinds at Andale’s.
El mejor hora feliz en Vallarta, ci!
From noon to 6 pm, they offer delicious two for one priced margaritas in five different flavors. The astounding price of one is 25 pesos. Check the exchange rate, people! This is often less than $2 US. I swear to Elvis it’s true, I wouldn’t lie about the price of booze. My favorite flavor is platano, actually made with fresh bananas. Seems almost healthy, doesn’t it? After 6 pm the price goes up to 55 pesos, but inexplicably, the cocktail triples in size & contains three shots of tequila. Once, my bar tab was 225 pesos for an entire night of drinking. Do the math.
Honestly, the Andale’s experience is nearly indescribable, but I’ll give it my best shot. This bizarre dive is simply a concrete cave wallpapered in cardboard egg crates. Budget soundproofing? Perhaps, because it’s often extremely loud in here. However, it looks like it was built by alien bees. There’s all manner of junk hanging from the ceiling, including a tacky blow-up doll with a collar reading “Alice” around her neck. It goes with the bar’s theme song, which is repeated several times a night, & by which you can judge the drunkenness of the clientele. The more intoxicated they become, the louder they shout out the song’s tagline in unison. Good rationale for those egg crates.
Another anomaly of the universe that occurs at Andale’s & nowhere else is that you can pay a good looking, reasonably young woman 50 pesos & she will loudly, repeatedly blow a referee whistle while pouring multiple shots of a sweetened red tequila concoction rapidly down your throat. Once you swallow it, she continues to toot obnoxiously on the whistle while administering a purple nerple, followed by shoving your face into her cleavage & shaking it all about as if she were performing the Hokey Pokey. Another thing I promise you I am not making up. Surely, many unsuspecting friends & family wish I were. For the love of Elvis, tip this girl well. Especially if you ask her to do it to your dad.
It is necessary to describe the citizens of Anadale’s. It doesn’t just have staff & patrons. For the most part, the employees are young, attractive Latinos. They’re fun & infinitely patient. The regulars, conversely, are generally rowdy white elderly expat Canadians & Americans. They arrive nightly to over-indulge in well crafted, low priced drinks & dance like geriatric frat boys in boat shoes & white linen, which goes a long way toward explaining why one can walk anywhere within three blocks of Andale’s & hear the hits of Neil Diamond & CCR blasting away. Songs everyone of every age knows & can shout along to, which is amusing even if everyone here does look like your grandparents.
What’s good about this crowd though, is that everyone is welcome. No one in this amazing dump cares if you’re 19 or 99, what your sexual orientation is, or gives a river rat’s ass about your fashion choices. There could be a drag queen riding a donkey into the bar. Spontaneous friendships may occur. Swingers might approach you. Strangers will dance with you. All these things have happened to me here. I will always return.
Andale’s will take care of you. The bar has clean, interesting bathrooms. You can eat dinner at Andale’s on the sidewalk café or in the restaurant on the 2nd & 3rd floors. You can stay in the bar & drink a multitude of tequilas until 4 am. Just be careful walking home, the streets of Viejo Vallarta are riddled with broken steps, potholes & surprises. On second thought, maybe you should just sleep at Andale’s in the hotel rooms & suites above the restaurant or up the block. It’s only two blocks from the yellow sand beach of Vallarta. See, they’ve got you covered. Enjoy yourselves & be sure to take care of their staff. FP
Olas Altas 425 Col. Emiliano Zapata Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico 48380