…this morning.  Yes I’m still awake as I bundle myself into a taxi.  I can’t be bothered waiting on a shuttle, or risking the chicken bus with potential kidnappers, considering the state I’m in.  It’s time to get out of this crazy place and crash into a quiet hostel in Granada, ready to start some …

Yes dear readers, it has finally arrived.  This is (honestly) my last ever day in San Juan Del Sur.  Tomorrow at some point, I will be leaving for Granada, on to Ometepe, then Costa Rica and away.  Nicaragua will be a thing of the past.  San Juan will move ever deeper into the memory banks, …

It’s a slower life down in San Juan Del Sur.  Nobody is in a rush.  There’s been some crap things happen to me here, but it’s beginning to feel like home.  I desperately need to leave.  It’s getting bad when people are shouting your name across the street, beeping as they drive by, or yelling …

Following a day of recovery, followed by another day of recovery for the night after the day of recovery, I find myself working in the Surfing Donkey Hostel.  The hostel is the brainchild of an American merchant banker who happens to own a few establishments down in Nicaragua.  My friend Cat just happens to be …

Someone come and wash me. And bring me a kebab.

Here we go then, it’s finally at an end.  This time last year I called my mum and told her 2011 would be a better year.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  Dare I go out on a limb and say 2012 will be a significant improvement? The hostel is alive with activity, the town …

Today was pretty much all about getting it over with.  There is an electricity in the air that suggests tomorrow is going to really go off.  There is a large amount of party options, including an exclusive beach event costing $120.  To be honest I’m writing this after New Year and consequently I’m a few …

This morning I’m feeling a little better.  Generally speaking.  My liver is not feeling very good at all.  I’m looking forward to the New Year so I can implement this self help, clean living period of my travels.  Currently my system is screaming like a wailing banshee from the depths of hell to stop going …

Sweating, hungover, feeling miserable for myself and staring into someones armpit.  I find myself with a big question mark hanging over my head, a guitar squeezed between my knees and worry across my brow.  I’m on a chicken bus.  For the first time since I arrived in the States all those days ago, I’m traveling …

So it looks like I haven’t learned my lesson. I find myself with a ‘bad liver and a broken heart’, only a few days after meeting someone I thought was…unbelievable. There we were, falling asleep in hammocks, watching The Snowman cuddled over a laptop, laughing, playing pool on a shitty table, meeting a parent, playing …