Orlando may be the theme park capital of the world, but there is much more to do in the heart of Florida than just wander around a sprawling amusement park. There's art, food, nightlife, and culture. After all that, if you still have the time and energy to visit an amusement park, then I'll tip you off to the strangest offerings in Orlando that you've probably never heard of. So come with me, let's drop those bags at a hotel -- I recommend an IHG Hotel near Universal -- and then take a whirlwind weekend tour around town!

Get Your Museum On

With over two dozen museums, there's something for everyone here in Orlando. Fan of sports cars? Visit the Exotic Car Gallery. Fascinated by the history of the Titanic? Visit Titanic: The Artifact Exhibition. Artwork more your thing? The Orlando Museum of Art is one of the top-rated in the city. Traveling with kids? Orlando Science Center is the place to go. Want to please the kids and the kid inside of you at the same time? Ripley's Believe It Or Not! Orlando is your answer.

Orlando Museum of Art in Florida
Orlando Museum of Art

Alternative: Don't like any of those? Then you'll absolutely love the Tupperware Confidence Center! Not only is it one of the most unusual museums in the entire United States, but it also wins my award for the most creative museum name ever. 100% refund if you don't leave here with more confidence in your Tupperware skills.

Frozen Fun With Alcohol

Ever visited an ice bar? They can be found in over 30 cities around the world and are absolutely amazing. After donning a jacket and gloves, guests are led into a frozen bar where everything is hand-carved from ice: walls, chairs, tables, glasses, decorations, and even the bar itself!

Shot glasses made of handcarved ice at the Orlando Ice Bar in Florida

Of course, if you're visiting Florida to escape the winter back home, this might not sound like an appealing idea. However, Icebar Orlando is the largest ice bar in the world and features over 70 tons of carved ice, making it the top dog in an already exclusive club. And for that reason alone, Icebar Orlando deserves a visit on a humid evening.

Alternative: Orlando Brewing has been creating "darn good beer" for over a decade now and offers free daily tours every day of the week (except Sunday). The bar features two dozen taps, so no matter what your poison, you can go straight to the source for the freshest brew.

What to Eat in Orlando

Given its reputation as an international family vacation destination, cuisines from around the world can be found in downtown Orlando and the theme park district of the southwest. There is no one dish or cuisine that is distinctly Orlando. However, there are some restaurants that are distinctly Orlandian.

The Cowfish, the first and only burger and sushi bar in the world, is one of the offbeat restaurants keepings Orlando unique

The Cowfish is proudly the first and only burger and sushi bar in the world. Step on in and try one of the signature creations: the Burgushi. Café Tu Tu Tango fuses global recipes with a Florida twist, using only local ingredients and serving meals in an art gallery showcasing local artists.

Alternative: Can't decide? Spend a few hours on an Orlando Food Tour to eat your way around town and have a couple drinks while doing it.

Visit a Quirky Amusement Park

Screw Walt Disney World. Go somewhere unique this trip, like Gatorland–home to all your alligator amusement needs–or better yet, the Holyland Experience–where the Bible comes to life. Hint: it's even more entertaining and over the top than the good book itself. ;)

Welcome to Gatorland, the only alligator themed amusement park in the world and one of the unique and offbeat things to do in Orlandom, Florida

Alternative: If neither of those sounds right for you, check out these other one-of-a-kind Orlando amusement parks.

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Tomatina……The funnest thing you’ll ever only want to do once


        Technology has totally reshaped the way we consume information.  Facts and trivial knowledge are available at everybody’s fingertips in an instant.  What used to be the meat and potatoes of our daily learning experience has been broken down into tidbits.  These delicate morsels of info are leisurely shoveled into our brain mouths at our own individually fickle becks and calls. People read blog entries like these to share experiences, not facts.  Am I right?  You could easily google the fact that Tomatina started in 1945 and the true origin story is unknown.  Everybody’s best guess places blame on Bunol youth retaliating against some kind of authority for being left out of some kind of parade.  I won’t bore you with trivia like 130 tons of tomatoes are grown in the small community of Extremadura specifically for use at La Tomatina.  You could get that from Wikipedia.  I’ll miss you with yawn inducing tidbits like 20,000 people showed up for the festival in 2013 which is the first year there was a participation limit enacted.  In years prior up to 40,000 people were in attendance.  I will, however, tell you this….DCIM100GOPRO

        Bunol is a small town of 9,000 people located about 38 km west of Spain’s third largest city, Valencia.  Bunol is a peculiarly unassuming town.  The local people are warm and friendly.  The landscape is pastorally idyllic, yet modern enough to be charming for all travelers.  It appears as though with the exception of the week leading up to La Tomatina, absolutely no interest or effort is put into pushing the festival.  This is a refreshing change of pace from American ideology.  We will turn a town known for a specific niche into a 24-7 advertisement for the attraction (think Disney World in Orlando).  I stepped off of my bus at approximately 9 am, still buzzing with excitement from the previous night’s festival.  The bus backed in to a designated spot on a sparsely vegetated plot of land about 100 ft. from Bunol’s sole Renfe train stop.  We watched briefly as a train slowed to a stop at the platform.  I can only assume the throngs of passengers that exited the train were in town for Tomatina along with us.  Even at our location almost a mile away from the center of town, the festivities were already buzzing.  Vendors were weaving in and out of the unyielding mass of foot traffic offering goggles, food and beverages for sale.  I was dressed from head to toe in white, with the exception of a red bandana tied around my neck.  Attire perhaps more suited to dodge bulls in Pamplona, but an ode to Spanish tradition nonetheless.  In instinctive unison, the entire building crowd slowly slinked its way towards the center of town.  The slow walk gave me plenty of time to take in the scenery as we approached the square.  Tree lined walking paths gave way to cobblestone streets flanked by white and beige buildings on either side.  Some Spanish style villas with ornate tile roofs and some more utilitarian looking buildings that housed 5 story apartments and small family owned businesses.  Many of the windows, balconies and edifices were already covered in tarps to protect the properties from tomato damage. I quickly whipped out my camera and pointed it at Rome.  He rattled off a quick narration of the bustling scene as I captured footage of the people and atmosphere.  By the time we arrived in the town square, storm clouds were building overhead.  We came to a stop about 20 feet from a gung ho group of festival organizers with their own water cannons.  We were about 100 feet away from the palo jabon.  The palo jabon (loosely translated to greasy pole) is an event that ceremoniously signals the start of the tomato fight.  Basically, a pole is greased from top to bottom and a ham is hung at its apex.  Festival participants chosen by the Tomatina organizers take turns attempting to scale the pole and retrieve the ham.  In the early years of La Tomatina, the festival would not begin until the ham was retrieved.  Nowadays, the trucks start rolling in at 11 am, regardless of if the ham has been captured or not.  In a frantic build up to the pending food fight, the crowd huddled tightly together, to chant, sing and cheer the palo jaboners up the pole.  Shortly after 10, those ominous clouds opened up and it started drenching everything in sight.  To add karmic insult to injury, the water cannon crew decided to open up full blast on the crowd!  Within seconds I was drenched from head to toe.  I could hear the water sloshing around in my shoes with every step I took.  The revelers were resilient though.  There was only a slight lull of disappointment in the rain before the crowd was cheering and dancing again.  Rome and I put on our goggles and gasped to narrate the events at hand in between huge bursts of water.  Before long, it had stopped raining and the energy of the festival shifted its attention to the svelte Spanish man ascending the palo jabon.  He hugged the top of the pole with all his might and reached out with his left hand to pluck the ham from its tether.  Everybody erupted in joy!  The water cannons went crazy, soaking everything in sight.  The people that lived in the apartments lining the street began dumping water on the crowd below (a welcome tradition after the tomato fight).  Shortly after the ham was snared, a loud cannon went off and hordes of officials wearing bright green t shirts filled the street.  They began corralling the herds of people as close to the buildings as they could possibly get to make room for the huge truck load of tomatoes that was making its way through.  I’m sure this was particularly uncomfortable for the people closest to the buildings.  They were more than likely smashed between brick walls and rows of people continuously being told to back up.  Miraculously, enough room was made without anybody’s foot being run over.  The organizers began throwing tomatoes out of the bed of the truck.  As the truck approached the center of the mass, it stopped completely.  The back gate was lifted and the entire load of tomatoes was dumped on the ground.  At that point, chaos ensued!  The frenzied crowd, already soaked with rain and still being bombarded by water cannons, dove at the tomato mound placed before them.  I grabbed two fistfuls of tomatoes, crushed them in my hands (as is the etiquette to prevent any serious injuries) and flung them wildly in the air. The crowd was literally so close to me that I could do nothing more than either toss the tomatoes airborne, or smash them on the head of the person closest to me.  As the rain subsided and the temperature rose, things got steamy.  The goggles that I was clinging onto dearly for eye protection were rendered useless.  Between condensation and tomato skins, I could no longer see out of them.  I lifted them off of my face and slowly but surely began to go to war.  Before it was all said and done, 8 to 10 trucks rolled through the battle zone.  Each one dropping its lycopene rich payload before driving off into the proverbial sunset.  Every time ammo was dropped, I pounced fiendishly on the red fruits of chaos.  As space was made, it became easier to crush and hurl bombs at specifically selected targets.Random Tomatina Warfare  The pretty girl that you saw in your hotel lobby, BOOM, right in the forehead.  The guy that kinda looks like a Spanish version of the guy at work that you don’t like, WHAM, right in the chin.  As the trucks rolled in and the crowds got pushed to the side, I got separated from my brother, Rome.  I sloshed through the ragu under my feet back towards the water cannons where I was hoping to find him.  Rome was nestled under a small tree covered in tomato from head to toe.  He was holding his camera high in the air, surveying the madness at hand.  “Yo Dirty Ice”, he said as he saw me approaching.  His greeting served as a notice to the patrons in his immediate area that there was fresh meat in town.  They instantly began pummeling my big bald head with tomatoes from every direction.  I ducked and scooped up an arm full of tomatoes from the ground.  I threw them in the air like LeBron James powdering his hands before a game.  I don’t even know if they hit anybody.  I don’t even know if the celebration is truly about hitting anybody.  At precisely 12 noon we heard another cannon go off.  At this point all tomato throwing ceased.  For the first time, I was able to look around and survey the damage.  Tomato juice and pulp flooded the ground shin deep at some low points in the road.  The first thing that hit me was the shear amount of tomato in my vicinity.  The second thing that hit me was the heat!  Just as instinctively as the crowd descended into the pits of hell, we also instinctively migrated back towards the highlands from which we came.  I felt like rigatoni noodle in a mobile baked ziti.  The sun was baking the tomato to our skin and the acid was making everybody itch furiously.  The crowd, ever so anxious to find a place to clean up, was pushy to say the least.  At one point, I stopped walking and let the festival goers behind me literally push me along the walkway.  My lower legs cut through the sea of tomato goulash like a speedboat.

Reaching for tomatoes to throw

Reaching for tomatoes to throw

Two things became blatantly obvious to me as we ascended the walkway back towards our respective conveyances.  Number one, there is a reason these tomatoes were used for fights and nothing else.  They tasted horrible!  They were extremely acidic with a bitter note that lingered on my palate for hours.  Number two, it was going to be extremely difficult for me to find a place to wash off.  The local gentlemen made sure water hoses were readily available for all of the lovely ladies. They were not so eager to enter me in that same wet t-shirt contest though.  I wonder why!  I was fortunate enough to find a splash of water here and there.  By the time I returned to my bus, I had rinsed all of the solid tomato pulp, skin and seeds off of my body.  The white ensemble that I wore for the event was of course permanently stained pink.  I found as much of a secluded corner as I could to remove my pink Tomatina gear and put on some clean clothes for the bus ride back to my hotel.  On a humbling note, as I tossed away my soiled clothing away, it was immediately fished out by somebody that I can only assume was either more thrifty or less fortunate than I am.  As I turned to walk back to my bus, the gentleman yelled out “Hey”!  I turned around to face him and he held up one of the shoes that I threw in the dumpster just seconds before. “I can’t wear this shit….it’s too big”, he said with a smile and a wink.  I laughed and continued on my way to the bus.  When I got back to my room, my eyes were bloodshot red from exposure to all the tomato juice.  I was digging tomato bits and pieces out of every crevice on my body.  I stood in the shower and watched the water run from ketchup red to finally clear after about 10 minutes.  Overall, I can say it was a great experience that I will treasure forever.  Can I say I would do it again…….no.  I would participate in the festivals and fanfare that lead up to the event in a heartbeat.  The province of Valencia is a wonderful place to visit.  I could even see myself living there and being happy.  I’m even down for another gargantuan food fight.  Just not tomatoes…..please god anything but tomatoes.

Published in Spain

Road from Methven to Lake Tekapo

UPDATE: Meanwhile I'm already back in Holland and started my first week back at school but I'll still want to share my stories and adventures around the south island of New Zealand. Hope you enjoy it! :-)

The first thing I did the next morning was look out of the window. It was totally blue! After I had my breakfast and dressed, I walked outside. It was magical with the amazing blue sky and the high mountains of the Southern Alps. Totally different than yesterday, when it was raining and cloudy and you couldn't see a thing.

Sunset at Lake Tekapo

I packed all my things because my plan was to drive to Lake Tekapo today, but first I had to get a icescraper because it was quit impossible to get the ice of my windows (I tried it with carton, but the layer was so thick that, that even was impossible). I found one, but I had to be careful because even the streets were frozen (I almost fell becaue of the ice!!). I drove the whole day. Ok, normally it only takes a few hours to drive to Lake Tekapo but that's impossible, because every 10 minutes you see some amazing nature and everytime it's totally different.

So in the end I had way to much photo's :-) Around 4 I arrived at Lake Tekapo and I was not the only one, there was a whole bus load of backpackers. Yeah, lake Tekapo was pretty touristic but still amazing with the blue-green colors and the southern alps on the background. I enjoyed the beautiful sunset and after that I went straight inside, because it started to get really cold, it was almost freezing. I choose a nice comfy chair near the fire and drank a nice warm tea. One of my roommates just arrived.

Southern Alps

He didn't had a lot of money left and there was no ATM arround and he still had to pay the hostel for the night. I would've offered him some money, but I also didn't have a lot of money left. His plan was to maybe play some gitar, and sit in the middle of the room, to see if people would give some money for him. After 5 minutes, he was already back....the hostel gave him a free night! How nice....gotta love NZ!

Published in New Zealand

Attached is an interview we did for a publication called Haute Vancouver after we participated in the 92nd annual Polar Bear Swim. Please give it a peek when you get the chance. Thanks!

Published in Canada

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