Don’t read this post if you’re of a sourly, depressed disposition, or if you’re so hard-core Christmas you’ve been covered your house with fairy lights and made them flash in-sync with Band Aid. It’s the 23rd of December and I’m lying in a hostel room on my own. I haven’t been Christmas shopping, and I’ve …
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It just isn’t the same anymore
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It’s the end of the world as we know it…come back to mine…?
OK so the past couple of weeks have been…unusual. I’ve taken the liberty of leaving out the finer details and omitting some names and places to protect certain individuals who will remain shadowy players in this debauchery. Actually it’s not all that bad really, apart from walking in on friends to see his naked arse …
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Mug
I’m sat in a travelers bar and for some reason I’m talking to two gorgeous women wearing little red dresses with devil horns on. I mean I’m talking the holy grail of threesomes if someone were to pull it off. After some seriously heavy flirting they’ve invited me to a big party in a club …
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Psycho hostel guests
Right. Crazy doesn’t define it. These last few days have been interesting to say the least. Now I’ve met some pretty mental people on my travels, but nothing was to compare to the two I run into in the same hostel in Vienna. I have deliberately left out the name of the establishment in case …
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70K up the road? You’re havin’ a laff…
Vienna isn’t far. Honest. It’s only up the road. I’m pretty sure most of the thousands of vehicles that are passing me by are going in that direction. I’m in a pretty dodgy spot though, with cars moving at speed and no time to make judgments. I try to remain optimistic and play my entertaining hitching …
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Bratislava
Dave has me awake to do a bloody walking tour. Here we go again. I’m dying of sleep deprivation and dehydration as we stumble around Bratislava’s old town. This takes two hours. It’s nice enough with the Christmas markets and all, but it really has nothing compared to the likes of Prague, Budapest and Vienna. …
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Across the country
We make very good time thanks to my fellow Brit and his right hand drive car. It feels really odd to get into the left hand side passenger seat, although this is what I’ve been doing at home for 30 odd years. I slip down to have a snooze at some point, and catch the …
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Zdiar
I’m in a small village in the Tetris mountains, Slovakia. No wait, that’s a game. Hang on. Google maps. OK Tatra mountains. Apparently a very famous and popular region, there isn’t a sinner here. The weather is terrible and I can’t even see a hill, and the only eatery open in the village just does …
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Slovakia
I’ve not actually been to bed. One hour turns into another and before I know it the dawn is breaking and I might as well stay up for the early traffic to get across the border. It’s only now that I can see the beauty of my surroundings, and the morning mist on the snowy …
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Parting gestures
I’m standing by the side of a busy Krakow road with little sleep and getting drizzled on. Nobody is stopping. They need to hurry up as well because I want to be out of the country before a certain special lady receives a bunch of thirteen yellow roses with red tips. Yes I know it’s …
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