I can’t honestly remember the last time I had a decent New Years Eve. The onus and pressure we put on ourselves to find the best situation possible for ten seconds is astounding. I think it’s getting worse as we get older, and much like Christmas, it’s really one for the kids. It was more …
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New Years Eve with crime lords
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Down in the dumps AKA: miserable bastard
I’m lying in a bed that hasn’t been made. Literally there isn’t a sheet on it. (It’s probably my fault). Someone has just dropped a foul stench from the tiny bathroom which is opposite my head. Extremely loud Balkan-folk/rock music is blaring in the bar below, so much so if you want a conversation in …
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Chain wielding taxi drivers, underground Serbian Turbo Folk sing-a-longs and Belgrade at Christmas
Good heavens above it’s Christmas Eve! How on Earth did that happen?! Where have I been?! Oh yes – in a Christian Orthodox country that doesn’t celebrate anything until January 7th. So this is a little weird. Consequently I’ve not heard one carol, not one rendition of Fairy Tale in New York and I’ve not …
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Hitchhike to India leg 15: Sarajevo to Belgrade
I’m awake and up at 5am. I can’t actually remember the last time I stood at the side of a road and stuck my thumb out; and it’s terrifying me. I feel I’ve regressed. A summer of debauchery has fattened my lethargy. It’s almost like I’m back to square one and I’ve no idea how …
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Return to Mostar
The wind whips into a frenzy as our little band huddles against the elements during a war tour of Mostar. It is certainly a far cry from the summer time madness back in August when, if you may recall, my friend Mike jumped off the famous bridge here. The water is a lot higher and …
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