Languishing for much of the day at the hostel, only to venture out to eat some crap Chinese.  Or was that yesterday?  I’ve firmly decided to move on tomorrow, as much as I’m really enjoying Santiago and it’s inhabitant(s).  Unfortunately this also means the end of Paddy and Jameson’s adventures together, as he has foolishly chosen to …

Waking up in a strange bed is pretty standard when you’re traveling.  I basically do it every day.  Waking up in a strange bed with someone else in it though is pretty decent.  Unless of course you’ve been off your head the night before and turn to stare aghast at the behemoth you’re lying next …

Talking about sex on a first date usually isn’t the way I’d go, but it appears that this is the course the conversation is taking.  I’d imagine it’s up there with the dating no-no’s such as moaning about an ex, drinking far too much or slipping them a rufi.  Now I’m not complaining, because if …

I’ve discovered to my surprise and indeed amazement that the girl I shouted “FACEBOOK” at on Friday has added me and is a rather talkative young lady.  This makes a pleasing change.  I’ve therefore been lying on my bed drinking plenty of water and chatting to her for much of the day, as I don’t …

Paddy’s come in eventually after coping a feel with one of the Norweigens, however he was told “I think you should leave now” when he tried to reach third base.  He did a hell of a lot better than I did last night, and all I have to show for it is a sore head. …

I understand this is getting repetitive but it will do when the football is on and we’re in a capital city.  Gone the discomfort of wearing several layers of clothes and enduring a shriveled penis, here to remain piping hot showers, good looking locals and entertainment galore.  It’s the turn of England today, needing a …

This football malarkey is really taking it out of me.  You need to be in a bar drinking pints early over here because of the time difference.  I say need to be, because you do.  Consequently we’re stoatering down the street after the Ireland game looking for somewhere to wee in broad daylight.  Why I …

Do I want to go to the beach?  No.  I don’t.  I’m going to sit on my bed and play chess.  I’m also going to call round to the local bar to watch the football, then we can book a ticket to Santiago and see something decent, as well as start hunting gorgeous Chilean girls.  La Serena disappoints …