Monthly Archives: January 2012

  • Setting sail

    After my girlfriend dumps me by phone, my parents pass away and I put my dog down, I reckon that today is a very strong contender for one of the most horrible experiences of my life.  Actually I’ll put it a close fifth behind wetting my pants at a friends birthday party when I was …

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  • “I have of late…lost all my mirth”

    I’m awake at 2.30am in Captain Jacks hostel, Portobelo.  Our boat leaves at 6am, but we need to be on our way at 4.  Having attempted to go to sleep just before 12, I was drummed awake by the party happening in the rest of the hostel.  Now this affords me an opportunity to really …

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  • Becoming an expert

    A few months ago I would have totally baulked at the idea I could travel alone in this part of the world without any grasp of the language.  Now I’m rapidly becoming an expert.  That’s because I take taxis. Actually I’m not being entirely fair on myself.  I’m racing a little against time as I …

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  • Missing the boat

    Considering I went to bed around 12 midday, it’s no surprise that I wake up at night.  I soon discover the Irish, Aussies and German have moved on, leaving me in my pit of despair.  We are due to sail tomorrow, but it looks like I’m going to literally miss the boat.  It’s a damn …

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  • Egg on face

    I feel a little foolish after my drunken rant last night.  I may have forgot to mention that.  I sat back down at our table with a handful of folk left and proceeded to discuss how upset and angry I was.  Now it’s all very well and good when you’re sitting pretty on your high …

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  • Crisis of confidence

    Recently I’ve been suffering from an overwhelming crisis of confidence.  I feel I have totally lost any small ability I ever had to talk to the opposite sex.  Coupled with this, every time I have some kind of success speaking to an attractive girl, I’m shoulder charged off the ball by someone taller, better looking, …

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  • Burns an a’ that

    “For a’ that, an’ a’ that, It’s coming yet for a’ that, That Man to Man, the world o’er, Shall brothers be for a’ that.” The last few lines of Robert Burns’ poem “A mans a man.”  I love it.  Considering it’s both Burns night and Australia day, it’s time to don the kilt.  As …

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  • Another night bus

    I wake late and make my way back to the Luna’s Castle hostel.  By all accounts this is one of the best and craziest hostels in Central America.  It always has a waiting list, and rarely can you turn up and get a bed for the night.  After trying very early this morning and having …

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  • The night bus experience

    Panama City.  Hats, a canal and a tailor.  That’s all I’ve heard anyway.  Actually I’m sure the Man from Del Monte hailed from these parts as well, but that could just be because of his headgear.  I won’t be buying a hat.  I don’t suit hats.  Especially baseball caps.  And they’re everywhere.  On backwards, forwards, …

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  • Come back tomorrow

    Chalk today up to experience.  I’ve played so many games of chess I’m approaching Grand Master status.  Oh and I ate a great pizza.  At 10pm.  I feel so ashamed.  I think I spoke a total of ten words all day.  Give me a minute.  Thanks.

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