Welcome to the cynical traveller, a webpage written by a cynic for cynics.

If the idea of staying in roach infested hostels, eating pot noodles and fighting with locals appeals to you, then stick around.

Every cynical traveller country is divided into several pieces of stupendously useless information...


Food can make or break a holiday. These are the good or bad things I ate. Often what seemed like a good thing, ended up being a very bad thing indeed.

Often required after a memorable eating experience. This is a comment on how good they were. Of course, in many cases, good isn't really the appropriate word.
 

These sections are, in fact, true. The author accepts no responsibility for any injuries or damage incurred by persons idiotic enough to try to emulate them, though he would appreciate any photos.

If you have any true stories you'd like to share, why not post them in the comments section? If you want to have a good laugh at other people's misfortune, why not read the comments section?

 

 

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Updated weekly, or perhaps weakly, The Cynical Traveller Goes to..., details my travels throughout Japan .

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

If you only read this part of the site, you might actually come away with some useful information.
The country's capital city. See, it's all interesting stuff so far right?

This is the currency a country was using at the time I visited. Please don't write in and tell me they're using Euros now.

Additionally, I will provide information on the exchange rate to Australian dollars, and what one dollar would buy in local produce.

The year in the country's history, when it was cursed by the Cynical Traveller's presence.
Where I went. Obviously the more places listed here, the more opportunities for cynical observations
I have noticed that the poorer a country is, the more wild dogs there are wandering the streets. The wild dog poverty index runs from 0 - 10, judging by the number of dogs I saw on any given day.

The number of beers I could buy for the same price as a single beer in an Australian pub. Obviously, the higher the number, the less I remember about a given country. If the number is over 10, chances are I didn't even get off the plane.