After five years full of lies, exaggerations and massive hangovers we've had enough: the Shitty Guide calls it quits. We give up. So what the fuck happened? It all started five years ago when Kata and Benni went on a back-packing journey to find themselves. After a month of travel they ditched the Lonely Planet and ended up in used-panties shops all over the world. There and they had another eureka moment. The idea of the Shitty Guide was born. A spiritual journey into the margins.
An odyssey to find the raw, the untouched not talking about the used panties , the real, the authentic places where no tourist - or sometimes even local - would dare to go. A Microsoft doc was sent into cyberspace, which you could download for free. A guide based upon experiences, lies, assumptions, truths, stories, exaggerations and full of spelling errors. An ode to imperfection. It was an underground success, downloads! Soon after the release a group of unemployed nobodies started following Benni around everywhere.
Together they shared a love for shitty places and speed. Using brain power and sheer will, from a simple. All thanks to the hard work of Simonneke, Krokky and Vinny, who had nothing better to do anyway. An incredible moment in internet history. Since then, we've had On average unique visitors per month! In total our little website had half a million page views. Even a mobile app was developed. Together with the help of talented low-lifes such as Anne, Ellen, Sam and Bram we threw some incredible, unforgettable parties and expanded the Shitty Guide.
We went on shitty expeditions to discover new territory, but mostly found hang-overs and islands of regret. World domination was always the shitty goal. First we took Brussels. Our favorite hellhole! We asked a random, unemployed local on the street to write the guide for us. Due to the huge demand, the next logical step for a Shitty Guide was Kiev, Ukraine. A team of young, dedicated Shitty explorers decided to go there in the middle of the winter and join the war.
It was dark, it was cold, there was vodka and bare fistfights in the snow. We went to Chernobyl and we tried Tinder there. One of our writers, Freddy, grew up there. The nightmares didn't go away, but the Shitty Guide Brasschaat is something that exists now.
