Well it had to happen. After a whirlwind month of debaucherous shenanigans I felt that the only place for me until the summer ends is back in my home from home. Solace. I ask Mike and Kathi to drop me at The Wild Fig, Zadar once more to see the season out. Here I will …
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Back in the (U.S.S)zadaR
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OK so once again it’s been a while dear readers. Basically I’m not usually in a position to upload stuff due to some kind of internet restriction thing. I will try not to be so tardy in future. I think I’ve said this before. Anyway, let me take you on a journey. Back. Way back …
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Carnivals, water polo and broken noses.
After an uneventful night in Tirana, Albania’s capital, we decide to move on to Kotor, Montenegro. Upon arriving we’re met with some wonderful news. Today there will be a street carnival that only happens once a year, followed by large screen showings of the water polo world cup final, featuring Hungary and Montenegro. After this, …
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Albanian death road
I’ve been woken up by an Albanian man mumbling something as he taps the side of the van. The rattle of cow bells cements the fact that I’m not getting back to sleep. I throw open the sliding door to be greeted by some strange sights. An old man flicks away flies from his face …
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Kavos, Corfu: Welcome to hell.
As far as going off course actually goes, I’ve gone. I’ve arrived in little England, and it’s a total shit-hole. A playground for chavs and stupid British teenagers which needs to be bombed off the map. Nay, not bombed; Napalmed. These nob heads need to burn before they can breed. I can’t move for singlet …
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Pink.
So I’m standing in a pink circle dressed in a pink toga watching two Greek guys do something I can only presume is a traditional dance. Which is probably pink. Then everyone drinks a shit load of pink Ouzo from an industrial size cooking pot, before plates are smashed over your head by a guy …
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HEDONISM AND DEBAUCHERY!
I’m sat in a place called The Pink Palace, in Corfu. Corfu I hear you balk? Yes dear readers I am well aware just how far out of my hitchhike to India I am. I’m sat recovering from a two day fever (apparently called Corflu), nursing mossie bites the size of golf balls on my …
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Hooligan quiz
What do you get when you cross an amateur football team of English drunks, three French girls, a Kiwi and one hot feisty lesbian? A pub quiz of epic carnage and one crazy night. I’ve been tasked with putting together some trivia for the evening’s entertainment. I’m slightly disappointed in this, as I regard myself …
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Zadar and 30 man bar brawls
Zadar is stunning. Watching the sun go down across the bay and you know that ol’ hitch was right. Gloriously lazy skies awash with the brush-srokes of a master painter. Sun-kissed narrow old town streets with historic charm and intrigue. Wonderful sea-food restaurants, and of course the finest hostel I’ve ever stayed in. Oh and the …
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The Wild Fig Hostel
Right people listen up. Get your butts to Zadar. Live at the Wild Fig Hostel. Make tons of new mates and stay up every night until the sunrise and then throw yourselves into the Adriatic sea three sheets to the wind, slicing your hands on rocks. I promise all kinds of fun and debauchery. Not …
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