Wednesday 05 November
Well it’s been a while folks. Back in my home from home. My only home to be honest. And what a lovely place it is. Made new friends, saw some old ones, and enjoyed a spirited return to these shores; including a rather wonderful birthday. Yes I recently turned the ripe old age of 35. Wow. Where does the time go? I was invited out with good friends and Drunken Monkey hostel staff for an end of season/Stuart’s birthday dinner and drinks. But it was more about me obviously. It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to. Case in point – old friend, seasoned traveller, lover-not-fighter, man of the world and business consultant extraordinaire; Murray Johnson arrived – and I actually shed a tear. Although don’t tell him that; there was just something in my eye.
I had not seen Murray since we braved the wilds of Central and South America to complete the charity ambulance rally together, some three years ago. Memories flooded back while the wine flowed, and it seemed like we had never been apart. On return to the Drunken Monkey, I was booed off as a DJ, danced wildly behind the bar, and partied well into the early hours with some of the best friends I have made on the road. Some happy times indeed in Zadar’s beautiful Indian summer. Alas it is with a heavy heart and great regret that things have turned sour. Alas, for the time being, it is my home no longer.
As much as I would like to strike fast and strike hard, I know that will hurt others I care for. So I am forced to not utilise the scathing prose I have come to know and love so well. I wish I could, but I step aside for the greater good and for those that mean the most to me. Some day I will be in a position to enlighten you (perhaps in the book and film deal…!), and to not let the bullies of the world succeed. But there is a time and place for everything. Maturity has taught me to know when this is…or more specifically, when this isn’t. So in the mean time, I will pick up on my journey from this transition point and move forward. Know that I will explain all of this at a later date. I promise you that. But for now, we wait for the moment when we can look back with a smile of success.
Fear not dear readers for I am safe and well, a little shaken, but very optimistic that people will be held accountable for their actions. I feel very much broken-hearted, although romance is, I assure you, not involved this time. The pen, as they say, is mightier than the sword (or words stronger than fists), and smoke will be coming off these keys once again and when the time and place is right, and to great effect.
More importantly, there’s four white hairs on the left hand side of my chin, my running shoes have been returned (thank you Hostel Mostel, Sofia) and I’ve discovered a new porn actress I like. Oh and I’m now three days without smoking or drinking. One door closes and several open. For whatever lies ahead, I’m going to be in great shape.Read More