• Abandoned Communist Party Headquarters, Mount Buzludzha, Bulgaria

    I’ve been looking forward to today for a long time.  As far back as I can remember, I’ve had a passion for abandoned or lonely places.  There is nothing more romantic for me than the seaside in winter.  Forgotten remnants of days gone by.  Standing where something or someone stood.  Crumbling buildings, ghostly apertures and …

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  • Haggis day oot

    I’ve finally managed to drag myself out of Sofia and I’m feeling rather smug about it.  One might say proud of oneself.  My usual M.O is to languish in this den of iniquity for months on end, doing my best to destroy my liver.  You’ll be pleased to know dear readers, that I stayed but …

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  • Travel thievery

    Several eventful weekends have been and gone, including a flying visit from my friend Mike, which did not disappoint.  Wildman Wallace never fails to cause a stir, which unfortunately culminated in his wallet being stolen by some pock faced drug dealing dwarf.  Unfortunately the thievery didn’t stop there, and just a few short days later …

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  • Women eh? Rolls eyes*

    Ok so here we go with backdating stuff that’s happened in the past month, this entry taking place on the 8th of March. I’ve been having a jolly old time in Sofia as per norm, rattling around on the bar crawl, sleeping until four, and generally making a nuisance of myself.  A small hostel family …

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  • Return to Sofia

    The snow had melted to form miniature mountain ranges clinging to the roadside by the time I left Zagreb.  I imagined tiny skiers slaloming down between the dirty rocks of melting slush. With hands shaken, I jumped in a cab to transport me to the bus station, where a 14 hour overnight journey awaited.  I’d slept …

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  • Wake me up when September ends

    Well that’s it then.  Summer is officially over.  The weirdos have been arriving in the hostels.  Scotland has suffered a referendum defeat, robbed of hope and a bright future by the BBC and the over 55’s.  The hangover set to last for a number of years.  I’m still in Sofia, hiding away from the rest …

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  • Whiskey, Oil and Tunnocks Tea Cakes: A word on Scottish Independence

    You know when everything is dirty, you’ve nothing to wear, so you throw a washing on, eagerly awaiting that moment when everything comes out warm, clean and fresh?  And then the moment when you open the washer door, stick your hand in, yank out your entire wardrobe in earnest, only to realise that the machine hasn’t done …

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  • Day 5

    I’m five days in and already life is looking rosier. I’ve yet to ride a horse, but no matter, as my work and exercise are keeping me busy and my mind occupied. I’m now six days without a cigarette or a drink – in spite of both being on offer here. Seriously the kitchen is …

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  • Day 1

    So I’m becoming acquainted with the tasks I’m required to do, the people, the creatures and animals, the uncountable insects, and a pet raven that steals my phone. His name is Oscar, and he’s a menace. No sooner had I arrived, than he’s at my pockets trying to nick things. I make the rookie mistake …

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  • The Horse Ranch

    In stupid heat I’m rammed into a tiny mini bus being glared at by locals. I’ve managed to get out of the city, but these things weren’t built for travelers. There’s nowhere for your bags (two rucksack’s, a guitar and a hitch to India sign) so I’m left to squeeze in and pile my stuff …

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