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 forehead. I kid you not, last night I looked like the Elephant man. Oh and I’m watching a load of youths cavort around in pink Togas. I can’t complain, I was doing it the other night.
So what has happened? What hasn’t would be more to the point, most of which I cannot include here. Safe to say I left my new home at the Wild Fig after possibly the best summer I’ve had. I miss it every day, but I certainly don’t miss the dreadful Zadarian internet connection which has presented me with little opportunity to update you of my musings. Consequently I am somewhat behind, but I will be brief.
I’ve been building furniture. Crazy eh? There’s the edge right there. However the last time I made something vaguely out of wood it was a fuse tester circa 1990, and it didn’t work. I’ve sawn, buffed, chopped, sanded, nailed, varnished and screwed. Take that how you will. As a result I’m going to start a new career in bespoke garden furniture made out of pallets. Pictures to follow.
I’ve also been doing my fair share of things I shouldn’t. I will let your imagination run wild. I’ve been pushing my boundaries to what I’m capable of, and I’ve found myself skinny dipping on numerous occasions. As in, I’m the first in the water. Now for those who really know me, you would understand what a large (potentially small) undertaking this is. I’m pretty proud of myself. The other day I considered doing a bungee jump. I mean I’ll never do it – don’t be fucking stupid – but the fact that I’m considering it speaks volumes.
Then my two wonderfully liberated friends Mike and Kathi invited me on a road trip down to Corfu. This would be in keeping with my hitchhike mantra, and I’d get to see three new countries I hadn’t originally planned on experiencing; Montenegro, Albania and Greece. Montenegro was stunning, Albania felt like I was back in Colombia only less attractive and with more gas stations on one mile of “motorway” than you’ve ever seen in your life; and Greece has been…well…let’s just say it’s been. You never insult the alligator until after you cross the water.
Where I go next is something of a mystery at this point, but then again; isn’t that how the best adventures begin? I promise to not be so tardy in future. Things are about to get interesting. Slash filthy. Or maybe dangerous. Who knows? All I know is somebody is chanting “take it off” repeatedly round the corner and I’m going to find out what it is.
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 forehead. I kid you not, last night I looked like the Elephant man. Oh and I’m watching a load of youths cavort around in pink Togas. I can’t complain, I was doing it the other night.
So what has happened? What hasn’t would be more to the point, most of which I cannot include here. Safe to say I left my new home at the Wild Fig after possibly the best summer I’ve had. I miss it every day, but I certainly don’t miss the dreadful Zadarian internet connection which has presented me with little opportunity to update you of my musings. Consequently I am somewhat behind, but I will be brief.
I’ve been building furniture. Crazy eh? There’s the edge right there. However the last time I made something vaguely out of wood it was a fuse tester circa 1990, and it didn’t work. I’ve sawn, buffed, chopped, sanded, nailed, varnished and screwed. Take that how you will. As a result I’m going to start a new career in bespoke garden furniture made out of pallets. Pictures to follow.
I’ve also been doing my fair share of things I shouldn’t. I will let your imagination run wild. I’ve been pushing my boundaries to what I’m capable of, and I’ve found myself skinny dipping on numerous occasions. As in, I’m the first in the water. Now for those who really know me, you would understand what a large (potentially small) undertaking this is. I’m pretty proud of myself. The other day I considered doing a bungee jump. I mean I’ll never do it – don’t be fucking stupid – but the fact that I’m considering it speaks volumes.
Then my two wonderfully liberated friends Mike and Kathi invited me on a road trip down to Corfu. This would be in keeping with my hitchhike mantra, and I’d get to see three new countries I hadn’t originally planned on experiencing; Montenegro, Albania and Greece. Montenegro was stunning, Albania felt like I was back in Colombia only less attractive and with more gas stations on one mile of “motorway” than you’ve ever seen in your life; and Greece has been…well…let’s just say it’s been. You never insult the alligator until after you cross the water.
Where I go next is something of a mystery at this point, but then again; isn’t that how the best adventures begin? I promise to not be so tardy in future. Things are about to get interesting. Slash filthy. Or maybe dangerous. Who knows? All I know is somebody is chanting “take it off” repeatedly round the corner and I’m going to find out what it is.