(Puerto) Rico, RC Staff, shows us what badass really is.

Brits play rubgy as I urge them to "do it for the Queen."

The sun sets on my time in Fiji.  Artsy or sloppy, you be the judge.

Ash is the queen of these types of pictures.  She's tops.

Your boy went rustic, of sorts.

That's British Joe in the background practicing his fire dance routine, seriously.

Jenny, Zi, and Marianne are ready to sprint for all-you-can-eat.

Fijian dance.

Ash looks like she's trying to pull a fast one on Kiwi Gregg.

Wini and Napolean (background) entertain that random French girl.

Danielle and Kasey make me look lazy, and appearances are not that deceiving.

Andrea with Stuart, a doctor of Chemistry, for real.

A Fijian/backpacker Kava ceremony.

Snapped this by chance and I rather like it.

In need of shades, stat.

"Work with me" I shouted to my model, Marianne.

Lindsay, Andrea, and Marianne descending into the Pacific.

Jon, the Italian Stalion, and Lauren only barely survived Fijian customs.

My last minute in Australia.

Lena was head frau of my German tutors.

Boozie and Brett celebrate liberation from the clutches of the Unilodge.

Jack better hope the King doesn't find out...

They call this guy Gummie due to his lack of teeth.  He's a Daintree local.

Chillin', wallaby style.

This guy is a freshie.  I am glad they aren't the aggressive type.

240 million years of evolution (or lack thereof).  This saltie came over to pose.

I am not sure what's going on here, but I thought "get a room."

Sadly, I think my flash blinded this poor guy.

They used to think the trees made koalas drunk.  Turns out they are just really lazy.

Ash is showing off her "jugs."

Gianna and Danielle still waiting for their food pager to blow up.

When you break a bottle, don't pick it up with your bare hands unless you are Irish (drunk).

Oddly enough, the sheet didn't stay on this Irish lass for too long.  What would Bono think?

Dutch Vanessa with Conor and a guy who went by Pug Mahone (which means "kiss me arse" in Irish).

Gotti is intrigued by Woman's Day magazine.

Kasey and Linzi grace me with their presence at the Landsdowne.

Kasey says, "you should see the other guy."

I call this guy Rupert--I pass him on the way to most classes.  He studies more than I do.

Andrea (the southern queen), G, and I are billiard sharks.

Me and Zi.  She stole the hair style from me, for real.

Me and G, post margaritas.  Can we get a flash?

My program coordinator and all-around hottie Aussie, Paula.  The faces say it all.

My renunion table, Gianna, Lindzi, and Molly.  Hotness per table factor was off the charts.

Gotti, fashion trend setter.  The cut-off undershirt.

I'm "nibbling Nobby's nuts." Hmm.

Art was from Holland. Personally, I think he is Blake Chaffin's long lost twin.

Tom and Meike enjoy the hospitality of the Arts Factory, Byron Bay. Free Didj lessons at 11.

Tom shows the virtues of the sidewalk.

Vultures attack chocolate gelato in Byron Bay.

Oh Canada, my home and native land. Tom and Kim like the maple leaf.

Hello ladies...

Jenny and I are in the rain.

Jersey! Jon and Molly enjoying the fruits of Beirut.

Dave Eis (pronounced "ice") strikes a pose.

Somewhat similar to Thursday's at 2411 Kensington. The Balcony Boys strike again.

Lola can't figure which is cooler, the Basement or my hair.

Your boy is looking sharp.

A pensive Vivian contemplates the socio-economic impact of the truck stop.

I think you can hear Jon dying. At least they're not his usual menthols...

Luke showing what road trips are all about.

This is how Aussie Rules starts play.

Dan and Viv showing the range of emotions at a footy match.

We were told by our cabbie to yell, "Have a go, ya mug!"

Vivian, Luke, and I at the footy match.

Deep conversation.

Um, these guys are cool. See the cigarette on guy number 2?

The flying piggy on Swanston St. in Melb.

How'd you like to be that guy?

As far as anyone is concerned, there were only two people staying in this room.

A tip: leave earlier than we did for the 12 Apostles. This is the best picture I got. Stupid sunset...

Don't Dan, Matt, Danimal, and Jon look like there in a band photo?

Excuse the profanity, but one of our Melbourne hostesses was insistent about her Tim Tams.

This picture looks like the start of a joke. That one about the Chinese girl, the Italian, and the Jew (.5)...

One left over from Mardi Gras. Awesome.

Skydiving is so good that is shocking.

This one is for Mark. I am expressing my love to/for the kiwi.

Atop Queenstown. That's part of Mordor in the Background you LOTR geeks.

Milford Sound is not actually a Sound. Still, I own it.

"You're the Sausage king of [NZ]?" I had to have a picture of this sign.

I just love this photo, especially the guy front and center. What a look.

"Antartica is that way." Near the Southern most tip of NZ, that is not Stewart Island.

Some cool guy at McLean Falls.

The most artistic movie theater ever. I think he's pondering Will Smith's career.

The owner of this establishment "accused" a customer of being stoned. If that isn't the pot calling the kettle black...

A backpacker's best friends. Like the message on the cancer sticks? (Thanks to some Welsh guy for donating the pack for the picture)

I like to call it the "Shaggin' Wagon." Where's Scooby? And yes, this was Easter Sunday.

What was your mom doing in Dunedin (Celtic for Edinburgh), NZ?

Majestic Sheep-F*cker.

In the Vander-bubble in Queenstown.

Dan is Irish on St. Patty's. He is also passed out on the floor.

Georg, one of my posse of German tutors, looking blurry.

Sonia and Tina, enjoying me enjoying some schooners at Marly Bar.

May I introduce you to Cherry Pie? You can call her Cherry.

The boys from the Harbour Bridge.

I feel that this picture is representative of the Mardi Gras.

Brett, the Danimal, and MB showing a drag queen some love at the Mardi Gras.

The girl who runs things, Mary Beth.

The didjeridoo was once a sacred instrument representing the arm of the Aboriginal God. Now it just looks like dudes hitting a bong on the sidewalk.

Both Dave and I have no idea what I am doing here in front of the Harbour Bridge.

The Opera House: I own it.

My roommate, Dan, and Luke in club 3134.

Michel and Sandy--owners of Longwood, and my Aussie/French parents.

If I look out of place, it's beacuse I am not much of an abseiler (rappeling, in Aussie).

Luke and Judy, post-cliff-top.

On the other side of the world with a Vandy Girl, Kerry.

There are no words.

The sun sinks into the sea.

Down the beach on Robinson Crusoe Island, Fiji.

The gods smile upon us.

Sea kayaker from the heavens.

One of the three ferries that left the island per day.

The Beach House, Fiji.

No, this is not an advertisement for Corona.

Coconut leaf creations.

This is what a NZ ring of fire looks like.

One of the best pictures I took on the whole trip, methinks.

I thought this one was good, too.

Someday I'll find it, the rainbow connection.

A cliff on Fiji's Coral Coast.

The sun goes to bed over there.

Tea and scones.  Just call me Winston.

A monstrous fan fern.

I am not sure why I find this tree in the rainforest "so dern interestin'"

A really pretty fig tree.  Notice one of my really Aussie tour companions.

Worms made this on the beach.  Nature is the best artist.

I've got a lovely bunch a coconuts, there they are all sitting on the beach.

Sand crabs made this aesthetically pleasing sight.

The beach at Cape Tribulation.

This is where Capt. Cook's tribulations started.

Mangroves on the Daintree River.

Cruising the Daintree with my man, Bruce.

Cue Steve Irwin.  We've a croc that needs some taming.

Downtown Cairns, a true tourist metropolis.

Uni Thai is my spot for good thai.  I'm a regular.

A shot of the Quad from the center.  I have no idea what this part houses.

The famed jacaranda tree.  Behold its glory.

The Quad.  Oxford anyone?

My alma mater from a different mother.

Base of operations for the balcony boys.

Pool here is weird: the only ball with a number is the 8.  It still doesn't change the fact I suck.

Monkeys is one of my favorite spots.  I thought I'd get artsy.

Butler reunion headquarters.  Free food and Elvis's belt from 1975!

NB: these are not 'roos, they are Wallabies.

This is near explicit and for that I am sorry. I just had this image of the people by the Cumberland.

Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase.

That was a hungry, hungry hippo.

...to which my mother exclaimed, "it's a rhino!"

This guy is called a Bongo. I wonder where the drums got their name.

I think he prefers Pepsi.

Swift Judo kick to the head, chimp style.

Giraffes with the Opera House in the background. I am awesome.

So that's where the Big Mac comes from...

Mmmm, dark meat.

Birds of feather [eat the fence in a desperate bid for freedom].

This was the best picture I could get of dingo. The Tazzie Devil was impossible.

Jurassic Park (and Jeff Goldblum) eat your heart out.

The other member of the Australian national seal. Who would win in a fight between this guy and the bald eagle?

Forgive my immaturity, but doesn't this remind you of something?

It sucks when your only friend is your own feces.

These guys just eat and sleep all day. I'd say my dog has found a soul mate.

In case you needed to shoot up on the train.

I suppose Bailey's is allowed.

Bungalow Markets would have been cooler if I wore women's hippie garb. Still it was pretty sweet.

This sandwich took 25 minutes to make. I am not really sure why.

Serious gauntlet.

This was right above my pillow when I scaled the bunk. Yummy.

Sonia is about 5'3" and I was on that top bunk. The nose-bleeders of the hostel world.

Beef Capitial? Moooo.

The game of kings.

Barbara Streissand's "Timeless" in the Action section at Blockbuster. I was almost ejected from the store for infringing Barb's copyright-- seriously.

Photo tip: perspective makes you look like you know what you're doing.

Glebe Markets. Mmmm, hippies.

Mmmm, sunsets.

The other side of the Great Ocean Road.

The Great Ocean Road

Freedom Square in Melb.

The top of Queenstown: birthplace of the sentiment "I heart NZ."

Can you be patriotic about some one else's country?

The wake disappearing into the Sound.

This guy could kick Flipper's ass.

A perfect day in Milford Sound.

Milford waterfalls are cool even on sunny days.

A glacier valley. I considered belting the Sound of Music, but better judgement won out.

A rather strange request, or is it an order?

(Don) McLean Falls. This levee wasn't dry, however.

Consensus: Capt. Cook was smoking rocks when he thought these looked like gold nuggets.

Symbol and guide, methinks.

Staring at the sunset in Dunedin.

Dunedin and the Tasman in the distance.

I am utterly speechless...in 350 languages

It was pretty steep.

NZ, the Land of the Long White Cloud. I can't tell you how many pictures I took that are just like this.

I don't know why I love these things so much.

It's blurry, but it's Tabasco and it's not in English.

Hurray for St. Patrick's Day! Dan and I are inches, err cm, away from getting evicted. I wasn't even home...

How about one more shot of the Opera House?

One day I will save up the money to get to climb up there-- the top of the Harbour Bridge.

The fountain in Victoria Park, across the street from my abode.

A cool ceiling in Sydney's Town Hall.

It's pretty much impossible to take a better picture of the Opera House than the thousands of professionals who have already. Looks kinda like a postcard, though.

Flowers reflecting the cultural diversity of Circular Quay (my lone attempt at intellectualism).

A fountain in front of the Opera House.

The view of Sydney from my balcony.

At my farmstay at Longwood, west of the Blue Mountains. Just call me Lebowitz...

The "fish pond" at Longwood. Is this an action shot?

This Blue Mtns shot only counts as "places" because I am not really sure of whom this is a picture. Kinda nice, though.

A natural water fall in a canyon in the Blue Mtns.

Doing no justice to the beauty of the Blue Mountains.

The washed-out version of the Blue Mountains valley from cliff-top.