Come Fly With Me
Summary: Welcome to my personal travel stories of adventure, mayhem, foolishness... and swinging through the jungle of life. Come join the shenanigans as I take you around the world and around the block.
Traveling with small children is the ultimate adventure. The bags. The bottles. The bedding. What won't we do for our kids? Like that time I jumped off a plane....
So what do you know about the rodeo? Do you think it's just a place to watch cowboys go flying into the dirt? Would it surprise you to learn the rodeo has a spiritual side as well? Trust me Pardner, it does. I saw that spirit at work, just inches away from a raging bull.
Aren't we all looking for that perfect place to settle down? Where the grass is literally greener? Well what could be greener than Portland, Oregon So Kris and I decided to take a vacation. Come along for the ride - it'll just be the three of us!
Is this really happening? Have I lost my grip on reality? I can't find my cameraman. And there's a helicopter waiting... hovering 100 feet above us. And Maria Shriver sits nearby, in a low-rider, putting on her makeup. But the craziest part is, this isn't a dream. Unfortunately.
Scotch coolers, PF Flyers, plastic fishing rods and Brownie cameras. This can only mean one thing: Mid-century family vacation! Were you there? Or would you like a peek? Come on, let’s take a drive back in time. That is, until the car breaks down.
Korea is one crazy place. Where else can you find insane, clown dictators and Gangnam Style only about an hour away from each other? Our mission was to explore one of the famous invasion tunnels there, but we somehow landed in the DMZ… gift shop. Join us in Neverland, for a trip down a real commie rabbit hole.
Mes Amis – My friends We’re off to Paris where I get into a bit of difficulté. I’m young. I’m stupid. And I manage to get myself stuck inside a cemetery. With literally a million others. But they’re dead. What’s my excuse?
Edinburgh for the holidays is kinda special. Beautiful, cold, dark and twinkly. With a just touch of the looney. We got there after a crazy flight. It was all castles, caverns and peaty drams in festive pubs. Join us down these merry lanes. Season’s greetings and a Happy New Year! Now here's a wee tale for ya.
Hola! Today we’re flying with the President of Mexico to one of the wonders of our world. No, it's not a Mayan temple or a smoldering volcano. No one was sacrificed or conquered there. It's crazier than that. It took the imagination of a universe to divine a place this... startling. And to think it was just discovered some thirty years ago. Hop on board as we adventure to Wonderland...
We're traveling to Jamaica! Shooting video in Kingston. Jammin' with the First Lady. Things are cool. When suddenly the First Lady has some Second thoughts about this party. But it’s my job to keep it going. Will she stay or will she go?
This is a story about disaster in Peru. But also recovery, adventure and thanks. We were just happy to make it out of that place alive. So of course we celebrated by eating. A big, festive meal, straight from the earth. Happy Thanksgiving!
You ever get so frustrated you surprise yourself with an outburst of anger? You ever get so angry you surprise yourself with an outburst of frustration? You may have... But I did, on the way home from Barbados... at Miami International Airport. It was cathartic for me. Though it did piss off a few hundred people. Guess if wasn't as cathartic for them...
We’re on the road to Rajasthan! It's India – land of mystics, mobs and tikka masala. Just one problem: our bags didn’t make it. They’re somewhere in London… along with our camera batteries. And of course, my underwear. Yep, you guessed it - this is a travel/underwear story!
The guys and I are on a video shoot in Florence, Italy. We're covering a chef's table so we're eating our way through course after succulent course. They're in heaven but I caught some travel bug and am about to lose my antipasto... all over the Ponte Vecchio. Can I make it through the shoot or will I collapse upon the marble throne in my Florence Hotel bathroom?
Amidst the giant sand dunes in Huacachina Peru, I find myself cajoling the Peruvian president to take a dune buggy ride. But he has a bum leg and wants to sit this one out. Only problem: he’s the star of this show. No president. No show. So it’s my job to hopefully get him up on his feet and then seated down in the dune buggy. They didn’t teach us any of this stuff in film school.