I flew into Auckland, New Zealand yesterday! It truely is the city of sails!

I haven't posted anything in quite some time. I'm about ready to rid myself of Alaska, after causing everyone to hate me in this town (Kodiak). I did manage to leave my legacy though. Windermereia Inn, Winery & Ristorante.
Windermereia was the original spelling of my last name, according to some historical records I chanced upon. It might just be the nicest inn/winery/restaurant in all of Alaska! Unfortunately the preliminary financials indicate it a disastrous failure, but I'm confidant my immense wealth can keep it afloat for the rest of eternity.

I depart for New Zealand. I've only been a few times on business, but since the Lord of the Rings movies, I've wanted to see the countryside again!

Apparently the townsfolk don't like their pretty forest cut down. I've received several complaints and an emergency town meeting is scheduled for this afternoon to discuss my purchase.

I've recently departed Bolivia for Alaska. I used to have a penpal when I was a kid from Kodiak Alaska. So I chartered a private jet to fly me there.

A beautiful place (mostly in the summer, I'd guess) since it's all frozen now. Perhaps I'll stay here until Spring, and then buy a yacht and tour the region. Currently I'm in Chiniak, 40 or so miles away from Kodiak. A tiny little town, I'm finding it quite relaxing. I've had a bulldozer tearing down a whole bunch of useless trees so I can build Windermere's Inn. The restaurant here is ghastly http://p.vtourist.com/635495.jpg. The cost is quite prohibitive since it's the dead of Winter.

Madrid was awful, just like everywhere else I ever go, Money doesn't make you happy or not bored.

Since, I've toured South America, to get a bit of a change.
I haven't accidently ran over anyone down here. Currently I'm in La Paz in Bolivia, the city that touches the sky. Near the border with Peru. Unfortunately for some, this is one of the poorest Cities in the world, which is why it's so interesting..

I'm staying at the Columbus Palace Hotel.
hahah it's not a Palace! It's only a 3 star, however, it appears to be the best place in this dive of a town... Private bathroom is apparently a luxory in hotels around here!

I was in the witches market the other day, I had to flee, gagging, back to my Hotel, at the horrors that I witnessed. (Some sort of animal fetuses for sale was the first gag-inducing sight.)

Lots of things have happened since I last wrote.. I escaped from the company and their lackeys who have chased me all the way this far south....

I had another car issue, involving a nanny. I'm now in Madrid. Luckily the car which was involved in a 'situation' was rented under someone else's name.

They're on to me, I spied my 'boss' (Head of AE Int Corp) lurking about the streets of Las Vegas this past weekend. I quickly hired a rickshaw to take me back to the Bellagio (I tired of the lack lustrousness of the MGM Grand) and quickly departed town. The Californian wildfires are amazing from the air!! I'm now in LA, finally at the Ritz Carleton for the time being.

A terrible tragedy has occurred, my new companion limo driver has been injured, foul play is suspected. I'm not taking any changes and headed to Las Vegas, ditched the limo and checked into the MGM Grand to hide out for the time being -- in style.

I've grown tired of Newyork, especially after I threw an entire tray of food out my 22nd story window onto some unsuspecting oriental tourists. I ordered (in my suite) medium medium well done on my 24oz porterhouse steak dinner and they brought it to me medium well! I quickly departed the region to avoid any legal charges. I've hired a limo to take me to LA. (I could use the time to think about just what has happened to cause this distressing change in my life). I haven't heard a peep from Prescilla, perhaps she's back at work now that she has no money. Errr, I hope she made it out of Egypt.! Perhaps I'll send a helecopter for her!

I've had to leave the prestigious Waldorf here in London England, because that resourceful bloak from accounting, Keith Turner, tracked me down somehow, apparently I haven't cashed my pay cheques from AE in 15 months!! Who knew it wasn't direct deposit?!

I'm now on a newly acquired laptop on one of the last flights of the Concorde, on my way to Newyork. I've grown rather fond of hotels with the name Waldorf, so I'm off to the Waldorf Astoria in Manhattan.

I hope my Executive Assistant is taking care of business while I'm on my leave from the company.

I'm writing from London England, I decided that I couldn't give up traveling and that I'd rather be stuck in a mineshaft than not be able to travel....

My dear wife Priscilla slept around while I was slowly dying in Norway, I've shipped her away on a train to Egypt (and she thinks I'm meeting her there). But instead I'm canceling her credit cards, and leaving her there to get back on her own dime! We'll see how she likes spending her own money from now on.

I was so mad when I secretly found out about her debauchery that I left in the middle of the night for Europe without telling anyone. I'm sure my associates have noticed me missing and instituted a world-wide search by now. I'm hiding out at the prestigious Le Meridien Waldorf, where no one will find me.

I just returned from being trapped in a mine shaft in Norway! And I haven't been able to update my weblog! I guess I shouldn't try to help people anymore, terrible things always seem to happen when I do. Luckily the mine collapse wasn't severe and it didn't even make the national news.

Just got back from China, I was in quarantine for a month! I couldn't update my weblog and AE must have almost fallen to pieces! No one found out about my little car accident a month ago. Priscilla is in Rio getting her hip replaced (she fell on her hip from her 3rd floor balcony while drunk on schnapps).

I had an interesting weekend. My poor 2002 Ferrari 360 Modena Spider took a beating, I was laughing at an old man that had slipped on ice on the sidewalk, in my fit of laughter I accidentally hit the button to remove the roof of my car, an icicle fell off a stop light (at Dufferin & Richmond) hitting me in the face and I ran a priest into the side of the Xerox building in my blindness... What an old man, and a priest were doing out and about in the dead of night early Saturday morning was a mystery to me, so I screeched away.

I ran into Tim Thomas while at the hospital. God I hate him, last year at the Chamber of Commerce's annual spring gala he kicked a soccer ball and it hit me in the head, breaking my rimless cartier titanium sunglasses. So I punched him in his stupid nose. And ran out to my car.