I wake early, as you would expect, pretty anxious about the nights events.  I’m reluctant to go out anywhere alone, but I wander round to Mitch’s hostel and set up shop.  The story is out, people are concerned, and I’m gaining something of an unwanted (but still pretty cool) reputation. Originally I had planned on …

You’re not going to believe this.  I don’t believe it myself.  Let’s have a look at my track record down here so far; ‘previously; in Stuart’s life’… lost the girl, wallet stolen, glasses taken from face, new card stuck in Managua.  That brings us up to date.  Now lets add ‘bar brawl.’ The day was …

Look I’ve got to be honest here; I have no idea what I did today.  I’m writing a few days behind and if I can’t remember what I did, then I probably didn’t do anything.  You probably didn’t do much either so don’t mutter something under your breath about how I should have got out …

Alright so here we go.  I’ve managed to convince a half English, half Spanish type to come with me on the mission.  Since without a Spanish speaker I would probably never come back alive, Miguel has very kindly (foolishly) offered to help.  We find ourselves on a bus to Managua at 6.45am. Trying to sleep …

Finally a day of action.  Of some kind.  We manage to find out that my parcel is being held by customs and FedEx…because they want to tax the wallet.  A £25 wallet.  I’m at a total loss for words, yet still manage to turn the air blue. So a wonderful day trip to Managua is …

Still in San Juan Del Sur.

You’ve got to laugh to keep yourself from crying haven’t you? I sit staring at the FedEx parcel on my bed.  The empty FedEx parcel on my bed.  Which should contain my debit card.  And it doesn’t.  Why doesn’t it?  It’s a simple thing really.  Put something in an envelope, put it in a post …

I awake to find my fist feels like I’ve punched somebody in the face.  Oh wait…I did.  as shabby as I am, and feeling like a freshly shat shit, I still manage to pour myself out of bed, regale friends with my tale of woe, and squint my way to the opticians. Thinking back to …

There comes a time in everyones life where you quite reasonably and understandably say to yourself; ‘I’ve had enough.’  When things couldn’t get any worse, along comes that giant seagull to evacuate its bowels over your head from 30ft. And then steals all your stuff, pecks your eyes out and rapes you with its rabid …

No card.  Although it’s only been a day, I’m starting to not feel confident.  Consequently I display this by sleeping a very long time. That’s it. Oh I had a nice Pizza.