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STUPID SOUVENIRS is an anti travel blog/travelogue featuring a collection of our funny travel stories in words, pictures, videos and yes, stupid souvenirs! If you’re looking for something a bit different from the glamorous travel blogs about perfect people on perfect vacations… then this site is for YOU!

We are Joe and Michèle Mozian and we like to eat and travel and, of course, collect stupid souvenirs. We’ve been visually documenting our trips for 3 decades, from our first backpack tour of Europe in the late 80’s, to over 60 countries and countless cities throughout the world. We’ve been photographing our meals and videotaping our international mis-adventures long before the internet was even thing. And we don’t even know why.

What you won’t find on this site are EDM soundtracks over aerial drone videos of Michèle in sponsored makeup, bungee-jumping off a bridge in New Zealand, or me in a thong, cliff diving at a remote beach in Thailand. (Wait! Did I just mix those up?)  There are probably a thousand sites like that, so if you need to leave and follow the pack, no worries.

We also don’t offer lists of tips like: “10 THINGS TO PACK FOR A HORSEBACK RIDE IN THE RAINFOREST!” A lot of that is common sense. And people have different needs. For example: Once on route to a safari in Botswana, we watched a women explain to a Customs’ Official, what an electric toothbrush was and why she was bringing it into the bush.

Our site is about our funny interactions (and mis-interactions) with each other and different cultures around the world. On our trips, we stay with friends, at fancy hotels and at dumps. We eat at family homes, chic restaurants, outdoor markets and make-shift stalls on the streets. Sometimes our days start at 6AM and sometimes that’s when they end. Sometimes we get sick and have to go to the hospital. But for some reason, we’ve either photographed or videotaped it all!

All stories in this travelogue focus on our mis-adventures – NOT the “perfect” vacations!

  • The Maldives lion fish that almost killed Michèle.
  • The New Zealand business trip where I almost drowned rafting.
  • Why the best way to see the Louvre is in wheelchair.
  • Hiding on the floor of a taxi during a (potential) Nepalese revolution.

Our tolerance for relaxing quietly on a remote beach is roughly 90 minutes. Well, mine is, but Michèle might not totally agree with that one.

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