I really am trying to get out of here. Honest. I’ve woken up, realised my friends have already left, packed my stuff and found out the bus to Panama City isn’t until 7pm. Somehow, somewhere along the way I’ve gotten lost, put my kilt on and raged at an all night pool party. Finally at …
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The harsh light of day
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Yawn
I’ve had enough of eating healthily and flooding my system with water. Water is boring. It doesn’t taste of anything. I much prefer Coca Cola, beer or Irn Bru. Man I would kill for a can of Irn Bru. Someone should send me a care package. Irn Bru, salmon, Buckfast and a deep fried Mars …
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Underneath the top bunk
I really should know better by now. By this I mean I shouldn’t have checked into a hostel that has bar attached to it. I’m clearly the oldest person here too, maybe not clearly for them, as I still look about twelve, but I’m surrounded by children. Screaming, bawling, drinking children. A sign says you …
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Here we go again
In the land of aesthetics, the spot laden man isn’t worth the shit on your shoe. I find myself once again in the realms of the beautiful people. Sun kissed goddesses from Argentina, bronze adonis’ from Australia. Perfect bodies, teeth, hair and skin. And here am I, with half a pizza for a face, suddenly …
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Panama!
There is the promise of a beach party tonight. I realise with horror I’m getting drawn back into the seedy underworld. When Sophie appears with all her bags packed and ready to leave, in spite of my hangover I make the snap decision to go with her and head for the border. I’m awake, therefore …
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Entertaining the locals
My feet are tickled awake by a new travel companion, who reminds me that we leave in an hour. I have developed a strict efficiency when it comes to getting packed, showered and ready to leave. Within minutes, I’m standing by the door demanding everyone else hurry up. After saying goodbyes to Miguel, who has …
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Feed me
It is with a no shame that I tell you I wake up at seven pm. This is after vaguely remembering Miguel laughing at me passed out fully clothed, various comments from a new intake of backpackers asking if I was alright, and throwing five bucks at a staff member to stay one more night. …
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Promiscuity
There is a song by Damien Rice that goes something like this: “We might kiss when we are alone When nobody’s watching, I might take you home. We might make out, when nobody’s there It’s not that we’re scared, it’s just that it’s delicate.” That’s pretty much how I feel about kissing a girl. Or …
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An attraction to strings
A wonderful breakfast of fruit and pancakes cannot settle that feeling of dread in the depths of my stomach. I’ve booked a zip lining session in the rain forest canopies, but at this point in time I am still unsure if I will go through with it. I guess I’ll find out when I’m standing …
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Endless possibilities
This is more like it. On the move with pace and gusto. Sweating in the mid morning sun, striding for the bus station. I’m going to be meeting two friends from Norway, and along with my Swedish companion Jacob, we shall be heading down to Monteverde and into the cloud forest. As is typical with …
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