In an attempt to deal with my flight to Estonia, I’ve stayed up all night in the hope that I will pass out on the plane. I’m walking around Gatwick like a zombie at stupid o’clock in the morning, having arrived far too early for the departure. There’s plenty of time for the seeds of …
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Tallinn
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Getting back on the road
Well here we go then. My time in the UK has finally come to an end. What have I learned? Not much probably, save that this country is a total rip off and I hate London. But I knew that anyway. Matters of the heart will be given some more time to settle before judgement …
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Broken in Brighton
I don’t feel the driving rain as I cut a lonely figure negotiating through revellers in Brighton streets, unfazed by some pretty girl trying to dance with me. Singing the same song lyrics over to myself, using the downpour to camouflage glassy eyes. Sitting alone nursing an ale surrounded by empty seats. I ghost to …
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Wetherby
It’s been about ten years since I last set foot in my old home town. Ten years since I saw my remaining friends here. Ten years since I wandered past the house I grew up in and chanced a peak over the garden fence. It was time to put that right. Taking the bus from …
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Memories
I’ve always felt a bit funny standing and peering over a fence at a house that isn’t yours anymore. Imagine if a woman inside on her own was to catch sight of me staring into her backyard for no apparent reason. The police would be called. You’ve got to be subtle about it. Move position …
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Going home
It feels somewhat strange as we board a 10 hour bus to Glasgow. A wonderful few days in sunny Twickenham with my sister behind us, it’s now time to take that long road North. Ella has had the pleasure of meeting my delightful twin, who’s literal opening conversation was about the various sizes and extent …
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The madness of flying, London and women
While I stand in line with a boarding pass and passport, I’m looking around at my fellow passengers and thinking; ‘these are the people I’m going to die with’. Such is my fear of flying, which gets significantly worse each time, as my brain is convinced that this is the one that’s going down. This …
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Listening to Ella Fitzgerald
Chance meetings with like-minded individuals sharing the same fervor for globetrotting are generally ten-a-penny for James Peter Alden. Within minutes of strolling into a sociable environment a conversation would catch his attention, and more often than not the perpetrator would end up becoming something of a new buddy. An instant friend in a cup yes, …
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Translvania
Ooooh scary! I don’t mean seeing my sister; I mean doing a long-awaited tour of the famous Carpathian mountains. For years my sibling and I have desired to visit this mystical land full of castles, gypsy villages and vampires. Bram Stoker aficionados since our teens, we’ve been obsessed with all things Dracul. My first Halloween …
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Hitchhike to India leg 18: Timișoara to Bucharest. Total failure.
This is going to be ridiculous. 560 odd kilometers through country and mountain roads, no direct route, and breaking the number one hitchhiking rule; never have a time frame. I’ve got one day to make Bucharest for my sisters arrival by Sunday lunchtime. Oh and it’s driving snow. I can barely see my hand in …
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