• The girl from Otley

    I kid you not, the night terror and fear I experienced between 11pm and 11am was among the worst I’ve ever endured.  I was waking up screaming, sweating, shaking and convinced I was going to die.  My dreams were deep, powerful, violent and truly disturbing.  I was literally running out of breath in my sleep …

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  • Go, go, go

    As you would expect, today is a total write off.  I spend much of it planning my escape, avoiding the knowing nods and smiles and nursing myself back to health.  Day one of operation ‘get-out-of-Cusco is a go.

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  • Quiz night

    Shortly after my ex girlfriend finished with me I walked to the local pub quiz night with a few bob in my pocket and the will to win.  I was alone, upset and frustrated, sitting on a bar stool in the dark by the exit.  These quizzes were always well attended, with the student population …

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  • Singing your heart out

    I’ve been stoatering around the hostel with sunglasses on and my hood up.  The problem with being in the vicinity with so many girls is it’s difficult to look your best all the time.  Especially if like me you have a face like a Badgers arse after a heavy night out.  Even when I’ve not …

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  • Winners and losers

    As utterly horrible as I feel, Paddy and myself are still getting pissed in the early afternoon watching the Champions League final.  A short word on that; you didn’t deserve it, Bayern were robbed, and you’re name needs to be on there five times to be real contenders.  Anyway there we were, my now ‘ex …

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  • More of the same

    Only this time with UV face paints.  As I’m writing this nearly a week behind I have no idea what happens today, but I do seem to remember Frauline Eins kissing a girl.  I may have forgot to mention that.  The entire day is sketchy at best, and as I’m penning this on the late …

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  • In the zone

    Now lets not try to be too much of an arsehole about this, but we’ve all woken up with someone we don’t want to wake up next to.  Well maybe you haven’t and maybe you’re a total angel, but I’m not.  There is always that moment where it takes a few second to dawn on …

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  • Being a wild rover

    We got back in very late last night and crashed out at our former digs.  Today we’re changing to the Wild Rover, an Irish owned infamous party hostel in the centre of Cusco.  This could be very dangerous, and indeed it turns out to be just so.  And not for me. We’ve arranged to meet everyone …

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  • Machu Picchu

    Getting up early in the morning has never been easy for me.  Even during the festive season when my sister would leap about the house, jump on everyones beds and generally make a nuisance of herself at some horrible hour, while in spite of the call of gifts, I rolled over and closed my eyes.  …

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  • Trek day 3

    A slightly sore head doesn’t dampen my mood this morning, due to the fact that we’re on the last leg to Machu Picchu and I think I’ve made some headway with Frauline Eins last night.  The mood and morale of the group however is somewhat different, due to two of the Dutch girls and Paddy …

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