• Circus of horrors

    I didn’t miss halloween after all!  The annual hostel conference in Vienna has gone with a circus of horrors theme.   Traveling with little or no access to decent costume making facilities means my choices are limited, so I opt to re-use the invisible man from last year.  Joining me as a Wild Fig hostel …

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  • Graz

    My Romanian friends have been very naughty.  Thank goodness it doesn’t involve me, but I’m woken to hear the angry tones of the hostel manager demanding a 200 euro fine for smoking in the room.  Needless to say they don’t pay it, so they are asked to leave.  All this has resulted in a nice …

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  • Back in business and Romanian roomies

    It seems to me it’s been an age since I was on the road.  That’s because it is.  It is with some intimidation that I leave the hostel this morning, unsure if I’ll remember to have the balls to do this.  It isn’t easy having thousands of vehicles pass by you on a windy corner, …

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  • Game of jobs

    Where does the time go?  More to the point where has my zest for this trip gone?  I’ve spent the last few weeks desperately trying to stay away from drinking, getting a clean bill of health from the liver people, and then subsequently launching right back into the old ways.  I dressed as a vampire …

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  • Merry Christmas

    So I’ve been updating my face book status with ridiculously cynical and bitter comments.  I realise I’ve turned into Scrooge.  I’m lying on my bed, alone in a hostel room opening presents vicariously through other people around the world.  I’m pleased to see a humourous T-shirt.  Someone else had been given tickets to New York. …

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  • It just isn’t the same anymore

    Don’t read this post if you’re of a sourly, depressed disposition, or if you’re so hard-core Christmas you’ve been covered your house with fairy lights and made them flash in-sync with Band Aid.  It’s the 23rd of December and I’m lying in a hostel room on my own.  I haven’t been Christmas shopping, and I’ve …

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  • It’s the end of the world as we know it…come back to mine…?

    OK so the past couple of weeks have been…unusual.  I’ve taken the liberty of leaving out the finer details and omitting some names and places to protect certain individuals who will remain shadowy players in this debauchery.  Actually it’s not all that bad really, apart from walking in on friends to see his naked arse …

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  • Poo shy

    Throughout my entire time at Wetherby High School, I never went for one shit in the toilets.  Some eight years of a blanket ban on number twos.  I was afraid.  Totally afraid of someone listening in.  I’m pretty sure I was also afraid of contracting something, or even being taken to see ‘the blue fish’ and …

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  • Mug

    I’m sat in a travelers bar and for some reason I’m talking to two gorgeous women wearing little red dresses with devil horns on.  I mean I’m talking the holy grail of threesomes if someone were to pull it off.  After some seriously heavy flirting they’ve invited me to a big party in a club …

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  • Psycho hostel guests

    Right.  Crazy doesn’t define it.  These last few days have been interesting to say the least.  Now I’ve met some pretty mental people on my travels, but nothing was to compare to the two I run into in the same hostel in Vienna.  I have deliberately left out the name of the establishment in case …

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