The sleep is an uneasy one to the point of I don’t know if I’ve actually slept at all.  I vaguely remember the revelers coming in, and it seems it’s only a few short hours later until I should be throwing back the garish blanket.  I’m staring at the wooden slats of the bunk above …

The Pit Stop hostel is once again full for a Saturday night.  There is the usual hub and bustle of excitement as guests arrive in numbers, all anticipating the club scene ahead.  Raised voices discussing tactics, plans, options, and pub crawls echo through the dorms, bar and court yard.  Where the girls are, the best …

I’ve known for a while that something about my recent lifestyle needs to change.  Today only seeks to emphasise this point.  I sleep horribly, with a nasty hangover and nothing to do but ride it out.  It’s all the fun of the fair when you’re living it up when the sun goes down, but boy …

I know, I know, I know.  I know I said last night was my last night out here, but tonight is actually my last night as I am planning on leaving tomorrow.  Nick, Jim and myself settle in for a few games of pool in the hostel bar.  It’s a ‘farewell Stuart’ sort of vibe …

After having a few days recovery it’s time to get on it again.  I fully intend this to be my last night out in Medellin and the only reason I’ve stayed is because it’s the first of a new weekly club night organised by hostel buddies Jen, Kyla and Aphrodite Hana.  Naturally I need to …

I stumble out of a late showing of a film with ‘something sunrise’ as the title.  It’s a 24 hour movie and people are bedding down in the cinema isles with coffee and sleeping bags.  I don’t fancy it.  I climb into a classic convertible bottle green Jaguar and take off for a spin round …

My system attempts a shut down and re-boot with a 20 hour sleep-athon.  Sometimes it just needs to happen.  A regular cycle recently has been sleeping all day, movies and internet all night.  Today I sleep all day and sleep all night.  Hopefully I’ll come up smiling Tuesday morning.

I crash out in my private room at around 11am.  This isn’t going to be pretty.  I’ve discarded the kilt in a heap and not even bothered to clear the crap off the bed, instead seeking to share with a load of travel items and toiletries.  They won’t mind.  It’s a bit of a dodgy …

I do well to keep myself to myself in the early morning.  This is due largely in part to the massive crowd of crazy Irish that has come out of the woodwork for the all day bender.  The DJ has started early, the Guinness hats, shamrocks and green curly wigs are all over the shop, …

I’ve mentioned before that Friday’s are generally a day of rest.  This one is no different, and despite protests from a few sources, I’m resigned to staying in and preparing myself for tomorrow.  For tomorrow dear reader as you will very well know, is St Patrick’s day, and I find myself in an Irish hostel.  …