After one of those crazy nights where you shouldn’t go out but you’re compelled to do so because you’re in a European capital, we rise late and do very little. Lisbon is beautiful. It’s a bright and vibrant meeting of old world architecture and a young party scene. I’ve always adored the cafe culture that is …
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Taking it easy; Euro style
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Portugal!
So I’ve not slept a wink as I reluctantly down the game controller and leave our hero at a perilous point of his journey. I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of video games. As they get better and better with every leap forward in technology, so they become even more engrossing with such glorious …
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Shooting even more cowboys
Once again I’ve failed to look at flight times, distances and such, and I’ve left myself the unenviable task of sleeping in Luton airport. Again. While only being some 20 minutes from my sisters house, in order to make my plane I need to travel into the city to travel out again. It’s ridiculous. I …
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Shooting more cowboys
What do you want me to say? I needed some down time. I’ve been having it. A lot. Just forgetting the world and shutting the curtains because of the glare on the TV screen. It’s not exactly sumptuous weather out there anyway; I’m not missing much. Don’t judge me. Innocent maidens need saving from would …
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Shooting cowboys
Apparently tonight we’re going to see Faith No More, one of my sisters favourite bands. I’m overjoyed to find she doesn’t feel like it, considering it is still lashing down with rain in July. This calls for a celebration, so I kill hundreds of cowboys on the X-box for a quite frankly unhealthy amount of hours. …
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Rain, rain, go away…
Big night out planned. I spend the day doing sod all but sorting out my back pack to get out on the road again this week. It really is a joy to shed the load and whittle my belongings down to not very much at all. Somewhere thrown into this mix is ten hours straight …
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Home sweet home
First leg over, not in the way I’d like, but we’ve touched down in Madrid in the early hours of the morning. The sun is beginning to peak over the horizon, and the airport is coming to life. It brings back memories of my time here a couple of years ago. I’m in a great mood until …
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Valium = shite
Here I go then, 17 hours of sitting in a massive plane hanging in the air. Oh the deep joy. My Irish friend from the previous evening has slipped me a couple of Valium to help with the nerves. How it’s going to help when the wing falls off and we’re plummeting out of the …
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Becoming the Hulk
Although it’s lashing down with rain and I contemplate canceling it, I still force myself to attend the Graffitimundo tour, which is a unique attraction of touring Buenos Aires neighbourhoods enjoying the vibrant street art which adorns many walls and shop fronts. In the end I’m really happy I did, because it’s a terrific way to spend …
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Polo!
Finally I manage to get myself out of my hole and do something productive. I didn’t realise until a few days ago that Argentina is the world cradle for Polo; a competitive game involving smashing a ball around a field with a mallet while on horseback. It’s the kind of thing that would be right …
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