Author Archives: Stoo

Getting up early in the morning has never been easy for me.  Even during the festive season when my sister would leap about the house, jump on everyones beds and generally make a nuisance of herself at some horrible hour, while in spite of the call of gifts, I rolled over and closed my eyes.  …

A slightly sore head doesn’t dampen my mood this morning, due to the fact that we’re on the last leg to Machu Picchu and I think I’ve made some headway with Frauline Eins last night.  The mood and morale of the group however is somewhat different, due to two of the Dutch girls and Paddy …

Swim shorts on, tennis trainers and socks soaking wet and an 8 hour hike to complete.  I’m raring to go, namely because I still need to at least attempt to make this look easy, when in reality I’m clearly the most ill prepared traveler since I “lost” my passport in my bedside drawer in Russia.  …

Here we go then.  This is it.  We wake early to be collected by a mini van of adventurous souls ready to face the challenge of the days ahead.  The guides are loading mountain bikes onto the roof, and I’m cursing the fact I’m sat next to two attractive German girls with a massive, crusty …

We’re leaving it a little late to source and book a Machu Picchu trek and we’re currently on our third day of faffing about.  The system did need it though, and I’m slowly but surely on the mend.  I’m still spending much of the day with my hoodie up and a scarf covering the horrible cold sore …

I’ve done little today in Cusco save walk around, take a few snaps and tried to nurse myself back to health, therefore I have decided to pen something I’ve been meaning to for a while.  This is my genuine attempt to break into the South American music industry, with some atrocious balled in Spanish.  I’ve enlisted the …

I’ve spend more money than Paddy on the night bus to Cusco as I need plenty of rest and refreshment.  I still feel like death and now every muscle in my body is screaming at me.  I neglected to mention we played a five-a-side football match on Monday night against some local lads who decided to offer …

I’ve been trying to sleep for some time and finding it near impossible due to the double whammy of barbed wire squeezing my Uluva and “I want to ride my bicycle” being sung at karaoke in the hostel bar. For some reason an enterprising young staff member has decided to use their laptop as a …

I was meant to be up at 3am this morning for a two day trek to Colca Canyon.  Instead I find myself unable to speak pointing at things in the Pharmacy, Paddy ordering me drugs and with that horrible feeling in the stomach you get when your really good camera has been nicked.  Someone is …

I’ve managed to wake up with something resembling a golf ball at the back of my throat that makes it feel like I’m swallowing a piece of glass.  It’s not too bad at the moment, but is certainly prone to getting worse as the day and week wears on.  I recognise it as Uvulitis, when …