Author Archives: Stoo

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 …

If you thought yesterday was bad wait until you get a load of this.  Whoever wrote the Lonely Planet La Serena section needs their head examined.  There is sod all here, nowhere decent to eat, and nothing of interest to see or do.  The only saving grace was a decent boozer round the corner from our decent …

What are we still doing here?  I’ve no idea, but it’s time to get out.  Most bus services are overnighters, which means we’ve got the whole day to waste before we can travel 16 hours to our next destination.  In between we watch England fight for a draw against France in the footy, and mess …

Hiding in my room, mortified for all the models to see me in my horrendous hunchback of notre damn disguise, I don’t venture out until everyone leaves, and I’m at liberty to visit the bathroom at leisure.  What I failed to mention yesternight, is that I appear to be on the receiving end of Paddy’s …

We left it a bit late last night to hit the town, and found out to our dismay that the few bars available close at 1.30, allowing no punters access after that.  Following this, if you’re lucky enough to get invited, you take a cab out under the stars for numerous ‘desert parties’ that kick …

With relief the bags arrive on what is exactly the same vehicle and we’re underway on time.  I have no idea how he’s managed it, convinced the exact same thing is going to happen a few miles down the road.  Nonetheless it isn’t too long before we’ve reached the Chilean border, and I’ve got a …