Monthly Archives: November 2011

Apparently there is some kind of holiday happening here.  That explains why it sounds like Helmand Province in the streets.  Some of these firecrackers are like mortars.  This is based on my extensive knowledge of mortars playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare on the Xbox.  I’m starting to get pretty pissed at the locals who …

Ok so I think you’re getting the fact that I’m a glass half empty kinda guy.  You’re not so much getting it; more like you’re having it rubbed into your eyeballs and slapped round your face like a wet kipper.  I will try my best to turn that into a salmon.  I miss salmon. That’s …

I wonder if I’m running from something.  Responsibility?  Guilt?  Regret?  Is this my way of dealing with the events of the past four years?  I’m not eating well, I’m drinking too much and I’m cavorting with “the wrong crowd”.  I feel like a student again.  I long for a packet of wafer thin reformed ham …

I’m a stinking, festering mess as I try to exist in the international phone booth.  A shadow of a shadow.  A nonentity bothering the human race by breathing good air. I’ve slept little.  My head and heart too troubled from another epic fail.  I feel like I’ve got cotton wool wrapped around my face.  And …

I suppose it had to happen at some point.  I have been pretty stupid in carrying a wallet in the first place, and keeping all my cards in it.  Some kind soul buys me a pack of cigarettes.  The nicotine does little to numb my almost overwhelming sense of self pity.  With liquor fueling the …

I rise late, with no agenda and nobody to have an agenda with.  I spend much of the day trying to relax at the hostel, or wandering into town.  Suffice to say this will be one of the shorter entries. I did meet some nice people in the evening, and spent a few hours learning …

You know those moments in the morning when you forget where you are?  That didn’t happen.  I was out of bed pretty much as soon as I awoke, packing my stuff and trying to reclaim a modicum of dignity and pride so readily dented in the early hours of the morning.  I’m stammered some kind …

The day starts off well and with a lot of promise.  It ends in a den of iniquity surrounded by boozed and drugged up morons with no moral fibres in their vacuous, wasteful, vapid, car crash existences.  And alone.  Always alone. Right.  Here we go.  Where to begin?  How to lambast and tear into a …

Here goes nothing.  Nerves rattling around my body I take the short walk to my school.  In the morning I find myself helping with the English class.  I have the pleasure of reading to the children, and then helping them with their work.  Some of them already have an excellent grasp of English, which makes …

Today I finally managed to do something productive.  I dragged my sorry excuse of a carcass out of bed and wandered to a Spanish school that had caught my eye.  Castle Xateva is a non-profit education and care centre, helping street kids and providing Spanish tuition.  Every penny you pay for your accommodation and schooling …