In 1999, my then girlfriend Dalene and I went on a motorcycle trip around Europe for nearly half a year. A few short vacations aside , it was my first real major trip abroad and I was surprisingly nervous about how weird and crazy Europe would be. I carried a small Sony laptop, a Sony Digital Mavica camera (into which you had to insert floppy disks to record the photos), and we documented the entire vacation and updated it via FrontPage nearly every day (you can see the results at http://europe.lanfear.com). Apart from theft of our BMW motorcycles, the thing about which I worried the most was: food.
In this regard, the trip went quite well. Out of over 150 days abroad, eating three square meals a day in restaurants or strangers’ houses, we only had three incidents where the food would be described “not good”. The first was in a smaller city in France called Chatellerault, where we ordered an entrecôte with fries (me) and sausage and potatoes (her). She had eaten a little of the sausage when she suddenly gave me a weird look and said “this thing tastes kinda funny”. So I took a bite, and immediately had a nasty suspicion of what I was eating. I pulled out the dictionary (only paper ones back in the Stone Ages of 1999) and – sure enough – we were eating chopped up intestines stuffed into intestines and fried into a nice intestine sausage. Which explains why it tasted like vomit.
The second experience was in Badajoz, Spain, an entirely awful place. The only reason that anybody seems to come to this city is to stop-over on the way to Portugal — exactly what we were doing. We ended up at a nice seafood restaurant, where I decided to play it safe and ordered fried fish with french fries. The girlfriend was feeling adventurous though, and chose squid. What we had failed to notice on the menu, however, is that they were served in their own black ink. Now, the dish wasn’t inedible, or awful per se; it was just really weird to be eating something solidly black that stained your mouth and teeth every time you took a bite. Wouldn’t recommend it.
The strangest meal, and the ultimate object of this story, however, was about week later, after we had finished visiting Lisbon, Portugal, and were on our way back into Spain. We were in the mountains to the northwest of Sevilla, and found a nice little truck-stop-like roadside restaurant.
Now, previously on the trip, we had stopped at a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere in Spain (otherwise known as Herrera del Duque), and begged the owner to open a bit early and make us lunch as we were famished. We were immediatley served an awesome fish dish (her) and I had something fantastic with tomato sauce, eggs, and sausage. We never learned the dish’s name, but I remember the combination of the eggs and sauce vividly. So, when I sat down in that roadside restaurant in the mountains, opened the menu, and saw some dish called huevos abliñados (huevos being the Spanish word for egg and abliñado being some word that no dictionary seems to have heard of), I had to give it a try. Dalene, wisely, ordered fish and fries.
What came out to me a few minutes later was completely unexpected, and couldn’t have anything less to do with eggs than you could imagine. Indeed, what was placed in front of me would be described as looking like “cold chopped up brains”, with a few pieces of bell peppers, and sprinkled with some olive oil. Being adventurous about it, I took a few bites. It was awful — the taste was simply not good at all. I had completely struck out on the meal, and ended up choking down about a quarter of the dish before resorting to stealing some of the lady’s fries. As for the rest of the weird gray brainy matter, I just did what any smart 5 year old child would do, and bunched it all up into a corner of the bowl to make it look like I had eaten more than I really had, so as not to offend the chef.
And that was the end of that meal. I never really thought about it much after that, even when talking about food on the trip, and it remained a complete mystery as to what I had really eaten.
Jump forward one calendar year to 2000 — new city (San Francisco) and new girlfriend. We were talking about learning Spanish, and she was recounting to me stories of her Spanish mishaps at work, where many of her employees were native Spanish speakers. In one story, she was telling me how she confused the the word for keys ( llaves ) and eggs ( huevos ). She had misplaced her keys and asked one of her colleagues “¿Donde estan mis huevos?”, which immediately caused her entire Spanish-speaking staff to burst into uproarious laughter and roll around on the floor laughing.
“So, it turns out”, she said wrly, “that I had just asked them where my balls were. It’s a euphemism, you see.”
It came crashing down on me like a tonne of bricks. One year after that meal in the southwest corner of Spain, I suddenly knew exactly what I had eaten: bull testicles. Balls. Junk. Gross.
I have eaten a few strange things so far in my life; cobra, kangaroo, sparrow skewers, and sheeps’ eyeballs, but testicles still remain my least favourite.[Read Rest of Article]
Over the years, I’ve been a number of different places, and generally taken far too many photos of them. I’ve kept a log of all these photos (partly to keep my family from worrying about me and partly to help me remember all the places I’ve been and people I’ve met) over that time. This site was first called europe.lanfear.com, then travel.lanfear.com, and now marcwan.com
The last time I updated the site was in mid-2000 to handle more than just the reports from the Europe trip I did in 1999. Since then, a single XML file has been suffering under the weight of about 100 trips and some 200 more sub-trip reports.
So, a few months ago, I started a little side project to rewrite the engine entirely from scratch, moving to PHP and MySQL, and handling some of the scalability issues by moving the image serving to Amazon’s S3 service. The result is a new site that, while superficially similar to the old one, is completely new and improved and more awesomer. By using MySQL’s
FULLTEXT indexes, the site now has search capabilities, and I’ve also added support for panorama photos and YouTube-like videos that anybody can view in their browser.
The next time I get some spare time, I’ll go ahead and add in some support for comments, but for now, enjoy the new site, and the 20-odd new trip reports that just been added![Read Rest of Article]