To the Xtreme Community,
We are Trey Archer and Chuck Carroll, founders of Xtremetravelstories.com. First of all, we’d like to personally thank you for chosing XTS! For those who don’t know, we’re a brand new site dedicated to bringing you the craziest travel stories, free-lance reports, photographs and videos from abroad right to your home.
Trey and Chuck are addicted to traveling. More specifically, we’re obsessed with “Xtreme” traveling; meaning we roam the world away from the Lonely Planet destinations searching for adventure, bizzare cultural experiences with locals and just plain out insane stories for you, the viewer. From the Korean DMZ, to the favelas of Brazil, and from the Revolutions of Central Asia to the slums of Burma, no where’s off limits. Check out more of Trey and Chuck’s monthly postings on the site.
| Brazil |
| Written by Gringo |
| Saturday, 09 January 2010 14:25 |
Sao Paulo- Brazil and one of the planet’s most populated cities with nearly twenty million inhabitants. It’s a true jungle, only second to the country’s Amazon. And just like in any jungle, there’re rules to follow. If you don’t, you’re prey.
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Apart from our own personal accounts, we want to give you the chance to share with the world your Xtreme travel adventures. Send us your photos and videos to help our site grow and promote international travel and submit your stories and/or free-lance reports to our quarterly writing competition for a chance to win $100! (link with T&C).
So don’t delay and submit today to show the world how true Xtreme travelers role and pick up some cash along the way. Thanks again for your interest in Xtremetravelstories.com and we look forward to hearing from you soon!
Trey Archer and Chuck Carroll
Founders of Xtremetravelstories.com
And the winner is...
Well done to Jonathan Blah for his story. You'll recieved $100 in cash via Paypal.
| United Kingdom |
| Written by jonathandickerson |
| Friday, 05 February 2010 16:11 |
My wife Molly and I had been walking the damp streets of London all day and decided it was time for a well deserved pint. We found a crowded corner pub in Earl's Court and quickly ducked in out of the rain. The room was wall-to-wall with people but we quickly snagged a newly vacant high-top table and two stools in the center of floor. We ordered our pints and leaned in over the table to discuss the events of our day. On all sides of us were more high-top tables and stools, all smashed together in an uncomfortable, claustrophobic cluster. Next to us sat a real bruiser of a guy. Muscular, with a tattered All Blacks rugby jersey, shaved head, and one swollen black eye. In our peripheral vision we could see that he was eavesdropping on our conversation.
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