• Zadar. We Meet Again…

    Sometime in the late April of 2013, with the summer teasing its hedonistic promise just over the horizon, I crossed the border between Slovenia and Croatia. After a relatively brief but nonetheless indulgent experience in the capital of Zagreb, I was at a loss as to where to turn next. My hitchhike to India was …

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  • Hitchhike to India leg 61: Phuket to Khao Sok National Park

    If it had been up to me, I’d probably have been sleeping in a bar in Phuket town instead of writing this somewhere close to completing a round trip from Bangkok to Singapore.  Currently, I’m not wearing the trousers.  Alex has a bee in her bonnet about a day visit to the Khao Sok National …

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  • Hitchhike to India leg 58: Malacca to Kuala Lumpur

    Just as I’m preparing for my triumphant return to KL, the vile, sickly, green, snotty fingers of the man flu take hold.  This I attribute to one thing and one thing only – air conditioners.  Consistently walking around in 40 degree heat only to be then thrust into minus 20 every time you enter a …

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  • Halloween, birthday weekend and the visit of someone who looks like me

    Pictures say a thousand words.  With that in mind, here’s my post update for the week ending the 30th October.  Partly due to the fact I’m so damn lazy to write much about it, and I want to get on to my current adventures and where I am right now.  My twin came out to …

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  • The door to hell

    Now this was one I’d been looking forward to for a long time.  You’ll have all seen it before – it’s one of those tourist oddities that crops up in lists of strange places you won’t believe are on this planet.  Or things to see before you die.  Or Sovietfuckups dot com.  Not sure that’s …

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  • Ashgabat

    Oh where to begin?!  Ashgabat is just crying out for a lampooning by an eloquent, witty wordsmith with biting prose and scathing humour – but unfortunately I’ll have to do.  Let’s all follow the impeccable brick road shall we?  The insanity starts when you ease into the city from the border checkpoints, on tarmac that looks …

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  • Tehran and leaving Iran

    I’ve stayed on and off just under a month in Tehran, but had it not been for visa necessity, I probably wouldn’t have stayed more than a couple of days.  Consequently most of the time I’ve spent hiding in my very kind couch-surf hosts apartment while I wait for the powers that be to either …

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  • Turning 36 and cruising for chicks – Iranian style

    “Dad, how did you meet mum?” “Well son, it was like this; I yelled at her through the windows of a moving car while doing 40 mph in heavy traffic until she relented, pulled over and we could talk in front of her girlfriends and three lads I was with.” So the story must go for much …

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  • What dreams may come…

    I’ve been forced to stay an extra day in Tbilisi before a potentially tough hitch to Yerevan in Armenia.  This is partly to do with my own misdemeanors, which I’m not going to divulge here.  You can damn well wait for the book.  Remind me.  This is also as a result of not being able …

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  • About a girl…

    Florence.  Two days before New Years Eve, which is without a doubt the most overrated shit-show of a spectacle the world will ever know.  Or rather, not know.  You apply so much effort and pressure upon yourself to have the greatest night you’ve ever had, and you question why you’re walking home alone at 4 am crying …

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