So here it is Merry Chris…no hang on.  That’s the other overly commercialised day of loneliness if you’re not with a partner who needs an excuse to tell you they love you.  I realised I glossed over my weekend in order to get to writing about today, so I could go through the utter crap …

Only for some reason I’m tempted to go out, and my two days off rule is out the window.

Same shit, different day.

So after the debacle that was last nights gringo sausage fest, surely tonight will be better? At the moment I realise I’m spending far too much time and effort in clubs.  Not only am I pissing money up the wall, but I’m not really getting what I want.  It’s different over here.  Girls are certainly …

My laptop is meant to be fixed today, so with a bit of luck I can get back on top of my blog, and there won’t be too many entries like yesterday.  Still it means you’re not getting too bored, and you can scan through a few lines and get back to whatever really important …

Same as yesterday. Actually they could be one and the same day.  It’s all a little hazy.

Total write off.  I don’t do a thing today, and you know what?  I’m not sorry in the slightest.  I’m really enjoying putting the travel on hold for a while and getting back to the human race.  It’s nice to just wander in the sunshine doing very little at all. Actually I probably did do …

After the sleep of champions, I take a wander into town, with the express interest of finding a place to fix my cracked laptop screen.  Now I’m not going to lie to you, apart from having no laptop, the reason I’m a week behind on my blog is because I’ve been getting larey every single …

“I hate Americans, they’re so shitty.” “What do you have to eat in England?  I hate English food it’s really shitty.” “I hate Spanish speaking Spanish, I don’t understand it.” “I hate English, German is better.” “I hate kids” I hate it when I have to spend ten hours next to an opinionated, self righteous …

At around lunch time yesterday we weighted anchor for the Colombian coast.  The words I dreaded to hear are passed around my companions lips; a twenty hour, overnight, marathon sail.  I decide to lie down as early as possible, stuff my face with anti sickness remedies and hope for the best.  Sometime after sundown I …