The days begin to roll into one. There are many occasions at the moment when finding something to write about is pretty damn difficult. I need to start carrying a pad and pen around with me so when a genius idea pops into my head I won’t forget it. I’m lying on a bunk bed in a hostel in Medellin and I’m doing very little for a decent ‘travel’ blog.
So I’m going to get up and walk across the room. It’s not a particularly beautiful walk, more a shuffle if you will. Along the way I pass by a fellow traveler and mutter an ‘alright mate’ in his general direction. In my hand I’m carrying my toothbrush and toothpaste. You know where this is going.
Now I have noticed a slightly yellowy hue on the old toothy pegs of late. This has got everything to do with the amount of nicotine I’m intent on taking through my mouth and into my lungs. Upon Googling what to do about it, I was informed that you should use Bicarbonate of Soda and water. You’re meant to mix it into a paste, and brush away. I also bought a bottle of Listerine whitening mouthwash which is truly horrible and rarely gets an outing. It coats your not so pearly whites with a frothy film, which only succeeds in confirming just how far away from gleaming they are. Then I could try laser teeth whitening, which costs and arm and a leg and makes you look like a twat.
Or I could just stop smoking.
And that’s about it for today. Oh no hang on. A massive party crowd descends on my home and in the next few hours I’ve changed into the kilt, headed into town and managed bed around 9am. I’m becoming more debaucherous with the kilt wearing. I’m fully aware that there will be a number of pictures circulating the internet with my naked arse beaming out for all to see. Should you stumble upon such a sight, please accept my heartfelt condolences. I assure you that it will happen again.
Cleaning my teeth
The days begin to roll into one. There are many occasions at the moment when finding something to write about is pretty damn difficult. I need to start carrying a pad and pen around with me so when a genius idea pops into my head I won’t forget it. I’m lying on a bunk bed in a hostel in Medellin and I’m doing very little for a decent ‘travel’ blog.
So I’m going to get up and walk across the room. It’s not a particularly beautiful walk, more a shuffle if you will. Along the way I pass by a fellow traveler and mutter an ‘alright mate’ in his general direction. In my hand I’m carrying my toothbrush and toothpaste. You know where this is going.
Now I have noticed a slightly yellowy hue on the old toothy pegs of late. This has got everything to do with the amount of nicotine I’m intent on taking through my mouth and into my lungs. Upon Googling what to do about it, I was informed that you should use Bicarbonate of Soda and water. You’re meant to mix it into a paste, and brush away. I also bought a bottle of Listerine whitening mouthwash which is truly horrible and rarely gets an outing. It coats your not so pearly whites with a frothy film, which only succeeds in confirming just how far away from gleaming they are. Then I could try laser teeth whitening, which costs and arm and a leg and makes you look like a twat.
Or I could just stop smoking.
And that’s about it for today. Oh no hang on. A massive party crowd descends on my home and in the next few hours I’ve changed into the kilt, headed into town and managed bed around 9am. I’m becoming more debaucherous with the kilt wearing. I’m fully aware that there will be a number of pictures circulating the internet with my naked arse beaming out for all to see. Should you stumble upon such a sight, please accept my heartfelt condolences. I assure you that it will happen again.