I don’t currently own a pair of Tevas, but everything about this ridiculous spoof of Man Vs. Wild made me want to buy some. Yes, it’s sophomoric, but it’s also dead on.

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Here’s a yarn about the joy of driving in a foreign country from a first-time contributor, Rachel Roberts. Enjoy! — Ed.

Croatia was never on my list of places to go. I simply knew nothing about it, so I did not know to hope to come. This past spring, when two of my friends offered me their home here for the month of August, I jumped more for the free rent than the location.

To say this place is pretty does not begin to scratch the surface. Hvar is surrounded by the kind of blue waters that you think only Photoshop or Kool-Aid mix can create. The stone beaches are like bleacher seating for the beautifully tanned and Speedo-clad bodies that lie on them all day, every day. And everything smells like lavender. Hvar is famous for it’s lavender products and they are sold everywhere resulting in the lingering scent that is strong enough to even win out over the sea of cigarette smoking tanners. (more…)

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I find your lack of faith disturbing.

Here’s a yarn from the writer Bill Gifford: Eight friends went hot-air ballooning in the Poconos on a perfect spring day. What could possibly go wrong?

      I’ve done plenty of stupid stuff that could have killed me, everything from backcountry skiing after a snowstorm without avalanche gear (or knowledge), to riding a moped on the island of Mykonos after consuming some sort of blue drink, without lights and late at night. Bad ideas, all. But the worst it ever got, the closest I’ve ever come to starring in one of those two-inch stories buried in the back of the New York Times, happened in the Poconos. In the basket of a hot air balloon.

If you’ve ever been ballooning, then you know that there’s basically nothing less extreme—and nothing more peaceful. You ascend silently, borne up by the power of warmed gases, and then you drift along with the wind, in perfect relative stillness, high above the world and its busy little tangle of people and problems. Cars slow to watch, the people inside pointing and going, “Look! A hot-air balloon!” Many people seem to get engaged on balloon rides; perhaps you did, too. This is the story of a balloon ride gone wrong. (more…)

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In early May 2009 TheAccidentalExtremist.com traveled to the Scottish Highlands to follow the Drambuie Pursuit, a one-of-a-kind, two-day, nine-stage adventure race open to teams of amateur athletes from around the world. Hundreds of weekend warriors applied, but only 13 four-person teams made the cut. Among the racers were dot-com desk jockeys, landscapers, and even an online poker player (but not yours truly, except for the mountain climb stage. I was too busy sampling the fermented Highland wares and gawking at amazing old castles). There were also hard-core adventure racers ready for serious battle. Some of them weren’t exactly prepared for the experience that ensued. But that didn’t stop them from going all out—and having a great time. We did, too. Watch and enjoy!

The Accidental Extremist: Drambuie Pursuit ‘09 from Christian DeBenedetti on Vimeo.

Feel like you’ve got what it takes? Applications are being accepted now. If you win, it’s an all-expenses paid trip to Scotland (and back, unless it kills you, and there are sections that just might) and a chance to rub shoulders with the likes of Seann William Scott, a.k.a. Stiffler, last year’s celebrity contestant.

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