Backpacker Culture vs Bryanboy Culture

My oh my. I must have received at least 80 emails (84 emails to be exact) in the past few hours telling me **NOT** to go backpacking. Jesse from San Diego was "disgusted with the whole idea of backpacking" and I’m just putting myself "at risk".

Hmmm. The more people who tell me NOT to go backpacking the more I want to do it. I don’t know why y’all hate the thought. I mean, surely it can’t be THAT bad. I’ll let the following pictionary speak for itself. I found a shitload of backpacker pictures online and I’ll compare them to some of my old travel pictures.

For instance, meet Han of Singapore. Han is 24 years old and he’s currently finishing his law degree. He went backpacking to a lot of places all over the world. Here’s a photo of him in Turkey.

The biggest pictionary EVAR is waiting for you after the jump. If you’re on dialup, don’t click the link below because this post is overloaded with photos.

Here’s a picture of him with Eithan from Mexico and Mikhael from Ukraine. This photo was taken in Stockholm, Sweden.


Some random backpackers on top of whatever it is they are riding. Take note of the white woman right in the middle of these 2 white guys and their excessive amount of facial hair. I wouldn’t be surprised if that woman’s got hairy pits. Eeeek! Hahahaha! I’m kidding. This photo was taken in the country of Laos. I don’t even know where that is. I know it’s in Asia, right?

I think I’d rather commit suicide…. or hire my own elephant than ride that thing.


Here’s a group of random backpackers enjoying a meal in Morocco.


Oh my god. Look at those 2 backpacks those Danish backpackers have. How on earth can they fit their essentials in just 1 bag? I know my toiletries alone take up 1 bag already and I need another bag for my shoes and only shoes…


Oh. my. god. Is this a concentration camp? Looking at those beds remind me of the film Schindler’s List. I wonder if there’s hot gay sex going on in one of those things…


Lookie lookie.. even mommy and daddy goes backpacking, too.

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Remember that song from the dark ages called "Orinoco Flow" by Enya? It goes "sail away, sail away, sail away!". That’s the first thing that came to my head when I saw this photo. HAHAHAHAHAHA!


Harajuku backpacker girls on their day off. Everyone fuckin sing with me — oh yes, it’s ladies night and the feeling’s right. Oh yes, it’s ladies night oh what a night (oooh what a night)!!!!

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Can you imagine me drinking beer with this young man?

Photo credit: Tranquilo Backpackers of San Jose, Costa Rica

Oh look it’s the White Nationalists in their vintage Camp Beverly Hills t-shirt and Jordache jeans. Imagine me being the only brown-assed gook in that crowd.

Photo credit: Tranquilo Backpackers of San Jose, Costa Rica

Anyone fancy some gay sex? These boys are the types that would send you to a third world prison, Clare Danes and Bridget Jones-style.

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You read that right. Third world prison with big hairy back papa joe right there…

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I’ll give $10 if you can guess how many days these boys didn’t take a shower.

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"Hotel Ritz is right over there!"

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Now that you’ve seen what they all look like, let me show you some of my old travel pictures.

It’s depressing being the only person in first class lounges…


… and the best way to pass time is to camwhore galore.


Business class is lovely for short flights… save first class for super long haul flights… ahhhh the luxury of having peace, serenity and tranquility 35,000 feet above ground. No screaming babies and nagging parents.


I have this tendency of having all my shit scattered on the floor. Photo taken at my suite at the St. Regis in Beijing.


Gotta love room service at weird hours of the day…


… and the ability to bring guys back to the hotel. HAHAHAHA JAKOB MY SWEDISH LOVERBOY I LOVE YOUR YELLOW PRADA CASHMERE TOP YOU ASSHOLE. Photo taken at Radisson SAS Copenhagen.


I love turning straight boys gay… fur, sunglasses, handbags and all.


How can I go backpacking when I usually carry AT LEAST 100 KILOS (MINIMUM) with me every time I travel? Rule of thumb in packing: your luggage must weigh at least twice your weight.


Shop till you drop…


… and I mean shop till you drop. Don’t worry about luggage, even if you have clothes overflowing your suitcase.


Because there’s always FedEx to rescue you.


Travelling allows us to meet new people…


yes, I said meeting new people…


(that includes people from Iceland)


go to fantastic places…


experience new things…

or sit on boys’ laps…

in some of our finery.


It doesn’t matter whether we’re sober or drunk…


because we’ll always be FAT at the end of the trip with all that good food that we ate…


all the amazing times that we’ve had in big cities…


or far flung remote islands in the middle of nowhere…



even if we have bad hair days…


bad shoes…


or the time we got busted for doing a late night booty call… (HAHAHAHA)


all of these memories are going to be cherished for the rest of our life.


At the end of the day, the most important thing when travelling is to have plain ol’ fun!


Ok.. that photo is nasty. I can’t believe I posted that. LOL.Hahahahah!






and lots of FUN!!!!!!!!




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I love you all!


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