• Avec glasses!

    There is no such thing as platonic friendships.  Just thought I’d share that pearl of wisdom with you.  After having the debate over dinner with my amigo, and indeed after arguing the point with many a doubting Thomas, it’s about time it was put to bed once and for all.  “I’m just going to speak …

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  • Sans glasses

    Well there’s a turn up for the books.  No glasses today either.  What a surprise.  In fact there is a chance that they won’t be ready until Saturday.  With Tina’s indispensable help, she manages to persuade the assistant to ensure they are in the shop by tomorrow afternoon.  Of course this means I won’t be …

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  • Chocolate!

    OK I’m literally going to rub it in by saying I’ve had another massage today.  This was followed by a three hour workshop on how to make chocolate, which included making my own chocolate bar with coffee beans and almond shavings. MMmmmmm…coooffffeeeee beeeannnss… We’ve arrived at Granada’s famous chocolate museum.  This is also home to …

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  • T+3 no drink and smoking

    So it appears to be going pretty well.  I have managed to last three days without having a drink or a smoke.  I’ve overloaded myself on healthy food and fruit smoothies.  I have a lovely companion in the shape of a Dutch girl called Tina to hang around Granada with.  The sun is shining, the …

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  • Perfecto

    The plan is to pick up my glasses, then head to Ometepe for some much needed R&R.  The specs are not ready yet.  The driver didn’t come down and will arrive tomorrow.  Mañana, mañana.  Always mañana.  Who would have thought that it would all go so smoothly? As luck would have it, this typical twist …

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  • The stages of recovery

    …this morning.  Yes I’m still awake as I bundle myself into a taxi.  I can’t be bothered waiting on a shuttle, or risking the chicken bus with potential kidnappers, considering the state I’m in.  It’s time to get out of this crazy place and crash into a quiet hostel in Granada, ready to start some …

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  • The last man standing

    Yes dear readers, it has finally arrived.  This is (honestly) my last ever day in San Juan Del Sur.  Tomorrow at some point, I will be leaving for Granada, on to Ometepe, then Costa Rica and away.  Nicaragua will be a thing of the past.  San Juan will move ever deeper into the memory banks, …

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  • Ticking by

    It’s a slower life down in San Juan Del Sur.  Nobody is in a rush.  There’s been some crap things happen to me here, but it’s beginning to feel like home.  I desperately need to leave.  It’s getting bad when people are shouting your name across the street, beeping as they drive by, or yelling …

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  • The Surfing Donkey

    Following a day of recovery, followed by another day of recovery for the night after the day of recovery, I find myself working in the Surfing Donkey Hostel.  The hostel is the brainchild of an American merchant banker who happens to own a few establishments down in Nicaragua.  My friend Cat just happens to be …

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  • New Years Day

    Someone come and wash me. And bring me a kebab.

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