I’m not that into hammocks.  I’ve always made a total tit out of myself trying to get in and out of one.  Then you swing for ages and get sea sick; particularly if you’ve been on the sauce the night before.  However when you’ve sunk into one and find yourself with an attractive girl lying …

Christmas day eh?  Lovely.  I seriously miss a Turkey dinner with family, but you have to make the best of it.  My mood has been particularly enhanced by the chance encounter with a young lady yesterday evening. “How do you know Charles Bukowski…?” And so the conversation began. I spend a wonderful Christmas eve and …

So here it is…  And here am I.  In Nicaragua.  No snow, frost or ice.  No carols.  No wooly jumpers and winter coats; and for the first time in 32 years, no stocking hung on my bed. I could write at length about how I’m feeling today, but I think it’s best to leave it …

OK so lets have a little scientific and social experiment.  We shall examine the lives of two friends, traveling together for a while, then going their separate ways, eventually to be reunited back at the ranch for Christmas.  By ranch I mean hostel. One (for arguments sake we will call her Beth) takes Spanish lessons, …

I am resigned to my hostel.  I can’t see anything.  My lenses don’t fit properly and my glasses are not here until Saturday.  I therefore do nothing.  Going out is pretty intimidating when everything is a blur.  It’s best to stay in by the pool.  Don’t judge me.

“I hate strip joints”  “Really?  Are you a vegetarian?” Somehow the retort made hilarious sense, as if for some reason being a guy these girls didn’t believe me.  Seriously though I’ve never been into strippers, prostitutes, escorts or anything of that ilk.  Someone once said; “if it isn’t free, it’s not for me.”  That about …

I’m slowly managing to get the body clock right, but it’s taking time.  The only reason is I have to be out of the hostel at 11am because they are fumigating the rooms.  Thank the lord they didn’t do this yesterday. Daylight.  I’ve not really missed you.  I’ve always been nocturnal.  Now I stand, blinking …

“Was she a good ride?”  “Well, no, not really; I was in the driving seat; however when you’re driving that particular vehicle…” A little hilarious guy humour to being this post.  It was funny at the time. I’ve often thought about just how far I would go with this blog of mine. I’m discovering it …

I wake still fully clothed, but surprisingly early.  Today is the day.  It doesn’t take me too long to pack up my three days worth of clothes, pay the final installment of my hostel bill, receive many a ‘humourous’ sarcastic; “ahhh you’re finally leaving” comments and get out of town.  I say my goodbyes to …

Mitch has done a runner for the Costa Rican border by the time I’ve woken up.  Probably a very wise move.  I find myself still here, persuaded to stay at least one more night by a nice bunch of folk and the promise of a massive party in the evening.  Added to this if I …