Author Archives: Stoo

Arequipa is Peru’s second largest city, and has a sunny, touristy vibe. It is also surrounded by beautiful mountains and volcanoes, with a colonial history evident in its charming streets.  Of course I’m not paying much attention to this, as after checking in to another Point hostel, I’m making a bee line for a bar called …

I’ve been trying to take a bus to Arequipa as early as possible, but I’m informed they only go at night. This sounds pretty dubious to me, but there is’nt much I can do about it, considering I’d already booked the ticket.  Something must have been lost in translation.  When I said; first thing in the morning, …

This is a new one.  By a new one I mean the most horrible, stinking, retching, twisted stomach of a hangover I’ve ever experienced; at least since downing seven straight tequila at an after show Christmas party in 2002.  Picso.  Never again.  Now I’ve got to throw myself down a sand dune while traveling faster …

My alarm clock rapes me awake at the earliest time I’ve been up for the best part of seven days.  I packed my bags the night before, convincing myself that I’m getting out.  I’ve even managed to latch on to a pretty girl heading the same way, almost using her as an excuse to force …

I need to leave.  It’s becoming a desperate struggle to get out of this place, and stop gorging myself on a diet of booze, cigarettes and choc-chip cornettos.  I’m far too sore to make an attempt today though, so I opt instead for the sofa for the best part of nine hours.  That’s about it.

I’m still not quite sure I can believe what happened last night but I’m walking around the hostel with a stupid grin on my face.  You’d have thought Liverpool had won the league, I’d had an all night sex marathon with Zooey Deschanel and Eva Green, and red aniseed balls were on sale again at …

It’s just your average hang over day coughing my lungs up, sweating out booze and wasting away watching movies from the comfort of the sofa.  The same hot sun in the same blue sky that I can just about see out the window.  The same topics of conversation by people too tired to move, cracking …

Is it possible that after so long going through a bad drought while traveling that I’m going to pull three nights in a row?  No.  Of course not.  Don’t be stupid.  My little purple patch and run of form comes to a crashing holt eating a horrible piece of chicken in a McDonald’s at 4 …

My quarry from the previous evening has checked out early and is nowhere to be seen.  Must have been something I didn’t do.  In her place are two good looking English girls, who precede to ruin all my hopes by admitting they’re lesbians.  Another massive sausage fest at the hostel and the only two hot …

I’ve set aside some time today to try and work on my website, which involves copying and pasting every entry on travelpod.  That’s currently 209 posts.  In order to undertake this mammoth task a basic requirement is a fast internet and a lot of time.  Time isn’t a problem, but finding a hostel where people …