Belgrade is ruining me. I’ve forgotten what sunlight looks like, my bed sheets need industrial fumigation and I’m a beer pong champion. I’m on first name terms with a load of night-club bouncers, and my daily food intake consists of four boiled eggs and/or a hamburger. My head, heart and emotional well-being are all crying out for some relief. It is time therefore, dear readers, to move on.
My procrastination has sunk to new depths. In between painting the town red (with my own blood), I’ve been idly wasting time scouring the bottom of the internet barrel. This hasn’t always been a bad thing. I’ve recently read a very interesting e-book regarding empowering yourselves with women. It has, to some degree, been something of an eye-opener. Consequently I’ve been removing some dead wood in my life, and I’m starting to re-gain a little self-worth. I don’t think I’ll ever truly shed the debauchery, but I feel I’m moving in a better and more fulfilling direction, one in which I hope I won’t be flogging as many dead horses. I am a man! Hear me roar!
Meow.
I wonder if this has coincided with meeting a pretty Australian? Yes I know…I know what you’re thinking! An Australian right?! Who would have thought?! Especially after I told her I hate Australians! (Obviously said with tongue firmly in cheek Aussie friends). But who knows? Maybe we’ll be romantically hunting Drop Bears together in sweltering heat when I finally reach down-under?
But fear not adventure lovers, for I see no signs of slowing yet. I’ve finally persuaded my twin to take the plunge and come and meet me in Bucharest! Being staunch fans of vampire folklore and all things Dracula, I dangled the Bram-Stoker carrot and she took a bite. Henceforth we will rendezvous in the Romanian capital toward the end of the month for some Nosferatu hunting. Expect endless, biting puns that will totally suck!
On the morn I return to the road with a hitch North to Novi Sad. Cheerio Belgrade, and thank you. I think the people I’ve met and the lessons I’ve learned here have the potential to change my life. Heeding them is another matter entirely.
Beaten in Belgrade
Belgrade is ruining me. I’ve forgotten what sunlight looks like, my bed sheets need industrial fumigation and I’m a beer pong champion. I’m on first name terms with a load of night-club bouncers, and my daily food intake consists of four boiled eggs and/or a hamburger. My head, heart and emotional well-being are all crying out for some relief. It is time therefore, dear readers, to move on.
My procrastination has sunk to new depths. In between painting the town red (with my own blood), I’ve been idly wasting time scouring the bottom of the internet barrel. This hasn’t always been a bad thing. I’ve recently read a very interesting e-book regarding empowering yourselves with women. It has, to some degree, been something of an eye-opener. Consequently I’ve been removing some dead wood in my life, and I’m starting to re-gain a little self-worth. I don’t think I’ll ever truly shed the debauchery, but I feel I’m moving in a better and more fulfilling direction, one in which I hope I won’t be flogging as many dead horses. I am a man! Hear me roar!
Meow.
I wonder if this has coincided with meeting a pretty Australian? Yes I know…I know what you’re thinking! An Australian right?! Who would have thought?! Especially after I told her I hate Australians! (Obviously said with tongue firmly in cheek Aussie friends). But who knows? Maybe we’ll be romantically hunting Drop Bears together in sweltering heat when I finally reach down-under?
But fear not adventure lovers, for I see no signs of slowing yet. I’ve finally persuaded my twin to take the plunge and come and meet me in Bucharest! Being staunch fans of vampire folklore and all things Dracula, I dangled the Bram-Stoker carrot and she took a bite. Henceforth we will rendezvous in the Romanian capital toward the end of the month for some Nosferatu hunting. Expect endless, biting puns that will totally suck!
On the morn I return to the road with a hitch North to Novi Sad. Cheerio Belgrade, and thank you. I think the people I’ve met and the lessons I’ve learned here have the potential to change my life. Heeding them is another matter entirely.