Monthly Archives: April 2012

I’m still not quite sure I can believe what happened last night but I’m walking around the hostel with a stupid grin on my face.  You’d have thought Liverpool had won the league, I’d had an all night sex marathon with Zooey Deschanel and Eva Green, and red aniseed balls were on sale again at …

It’s just your average hang over day coughing my lungs up, sweating out booze and wasting away watching movies from the comfort of the sofa.  The same hot sun in the same blue sky that I can just about see out the window.  The same topics of conversation by people too tired to move, cracking …

Is it possible that after so long going through a bad drought while traveling that I’m going to pull three nights in a row?  No.  Of course not.  Don’t be stupid.  My little purple patch and run of form comes to a crashing holt eating a horrible piece of chicken in a McDonald’s at 4 …

My quarry from the previous evening has checked out early and is nowhere to be seen.  Must have been something I didn’t do.  In her place are two good looking English girls, who precede to ruin all my hopes by admitting they’re lesbians.  Another massive sausage fest at the hostel and the only two hot …

I’ve set aside some time today to try and work on my website, which involves copying and pasting every entry on travelpod.  That’s currently 209 posts.  In order to undertake this mammoth task a basic requirement is a fast internet and a lot of time.  Time isn’t a problem, but finding a hostel where people …

I’ve spotted one of those open top tour buses from the window of the dirty hostel and voice my keen, but Paddy tells me to fuck off.  In fairness we’ve spent nine hours on a bus so why would we want to get on another one.  We’ve opted instead for a Lima city tour by …

Once again the Lonely Plant balls things up with some ridiculously poor information regarding our original choice of hostel.  We’ve attempted sleep while on the road with mixed results, me sparking out and Paddy managing three hours.  Regardless whether we slept or not, we were still on a bus, so not in the mood to …

I’ve had a horrible night’s sleep but desperately need to see something decent today so we set off for Chan-Chan, a huge indigenous-built mud city constructed thousands of years ago by The Chimor.  It is one of those sights you don’t forget in a hurry.  Thank goodness I’m sober enough to enjoy it. In the …

It’s a total right off.  Once again I missed my chance to both see something worthwhile and move on quickly by arriving back at the hostel at 10am this morning.  Consequently I wake when it’s dark, eat something, then return to bed for the fear to set in until around 5am Monday morning.  I’m not …

Chan-Chan is a massive archaeological site discovered not so long ago in and around Trujillo.  We don’t go there.  We sleep late and have a lazy day wandering around the city, eating some decent grub and taking a few pictures.  I manage to order some contact lenses, Paddy buys new sunglasses, we do laundry and …