It’s a good job I didn’t leave it until the last second of the use by date of the Iranian visa, as I would have ballsed it right up. I’ve been running around Yerevan trying to lift a suitable amount of money to get me through the next three countries, as they don’t have an …

After behaving in no less than the utter depravity that you would come to expect of me dear readers, I have finally admitted that it’s time to move on.  Living la vida licentious loca has been taking its toll, and I’ve not had a proper sleep, healthy lungs or successful visits to the bathroom for …

After putting off for some time to write about a subject that I’m ashamed to say I knew little or nothing of, it seems fitting to address that tardiness today.  The 21st of September is Armenian Independence Day, enjoying 25 years’ independence from the former Soviet Union.  A public holiday, it’s a very special time for …

After much consideration I have decided not to write an entry about my time in Baku.  I’d rather not give the place the time of day.  Perhaps if and when I come to write my memoirs, I’ll include my experiences there of money-grubbing, rude, angry, hate-filled, thieving, aggressive British ex-pats, Azeris and hookers; living in …