I’m writing this after being awake all night festering in a hostel room that smells of this guys farts. It’s actually alright once you’re used to it, but it’s when you walk back in from any length of time away that you’re hit with a wall of stench that’ll get right on your sick trigger. Of course this has nothing to do with not getting any sleep, I was merely setting the scene.
After another disappointment romance wise I’ve hit the self destruct button and gone off the rails. I genuinely felt that this had potential, before strings were cut and the ‘lets just be friends’ talk was delivered. What really surprised me though was just how much I was willing to change for the chance to have something that normal people seem to have. In her presence I was drinking less (if anything at all), not touching a cigarette, cooking nice meals and washing behind my ears. The body clock was back to something a little more healthy, rising in the morning, taking a shower, being an upstanding member of the public. I felt like I wanted to better myself and be worthy of her. Indeed in taking her to dinner, for the first time in ten odd years, I didn’t smoke the whole evening; in spite of a bottle of white and a number of pints. Change comes from within, but it was becoming apparent I require assistance in keeping myself on the straight and narrow.
So case in point I’ve subsequently just finished a three-day bender chasing the dragon and trying to replace someone I really miss. It hasn’t gone well. I’ve also been tearing my hair out regarding starting to make money while I travel, and getting incredibly depressed at the sheer amount of travel bloggers and writers that have been running the show before I’d set foot on a plane for the first time. “I’ve been using my blog to fund my worldwide travel for five years” comments one smug bastard. “Coming next; 25 tips on how to put your make-up on while riding on the back of an Elephant.” Or words to that effect. I’ve considered investing in a property but that just looks like a whole stack of crazy. A ‘ways to earn while you travel’ site suggested online poker. I’ve just moved that application to the recycle bin after bleeding chips to the tune of twenty bucks. Well; you know what they say; unlucky at cards, lucky in lo…oh wait. No that can’t be right either. I round off a disastrous couple of days in a darkened dorm room with that awkward moment you realise your earphones are not plugged in while watching porn.
Anyway all this furrowing of brows has kept my eyelids open for 24 hours in a lifeless, smelly hostel where someone recently poo’d on the toilet seat. I can only hope it wasn’t me in my sleep. I’m going to force myself to do a couple of walking tours today, after which I should be sufficiently exhausted and return to bed at no ungodly hour. Then I can rise early, throw the home on my back and stick the thumb out. Hopefully I’m not going to fall in love so easily in Slovakia.
Sleepless in Krakow
I’m writing this after being awake all night festering in a hostel room that smells of this guys farts. It’s actually alright once you’re used to it, but it’s when you walk back in from any length of time away that you’re hit with a wall of stench that’ll get right on your sick trigger. Of course this has nothing to do with not getting any sleep, I was merely setting the scene.
After another disappointment romance wise I’ve hit the self destruct button and gone off the rails. I genuinely felt that this had potential, before strings were cut and the ‘lets just be friends’ talk was delivered. What really surprised me though was just how much I was willing to change for the chance to have something that normal people seem to have. In her presence I was drinking less (if anything at all), not touching a cigarette, cooking nice meals and washing behind my ears. The body clock was back to something a little more healthy, rising in the morning, taking a shower, being an upstanding member of the public. I felt like I wanted to better myself and be worthy of her. Indeed in taking her to dinner, for the first time in ten odd years, I didn’t smoke the whole evening; in spite of a bottle of white and a number of pints. Change comes from within, but it was becoming apparent I require assistance in keeping myself on the straight and narrow.
So case in point I’ve subsequently just finished a three-day bender chasing the dragon and trying to replace someone I really miss. It hasn’t gone well. I’ve also been tearing my hair out regarding starting to make money while I travel, and getting incredibly depressed at the sheer amount of travel bloggers and writers that have been running the show before I’d set foot on a plane for the first time. “I’ve been using my blog to fund my worldwide travel for five years” comments one smug bastard. “Coming next; 25 tips on how to put your make-up on while riding on the back of an Elephant.” Or words to that effect. I’ve considered investing in a property but that just looks like a whole stack of crazy. A ‘ways to earn while you travel’ site suggested online poker. I’ve just moved that application to the recycle bin after bleeding chips to the tune of twenty bucks. Well; you know what they say; unlucky at cards, lucky in lo…oh wait. No that can’t be right either. I round off a disastrous couple of days in a darkened dorm room with that awkward moment you realise your earphones are not plugged in while watching porn.
Anyway all this furrowing of brows has kept my eyelids open for 24 hours in a lifeless, smelly hostel where someone recently poo’d on the toilet seat. I can only hope it wasn’t me in my sleep. I’m going to force myself to do a couple of walking tours today, after which I should be sufficiently exhausted and return to bed at no ungodly hour. Then I can rise early, throw the home on my back and stick the thumb out. Hopefully I’m not going to fall in love so easily in Slovakia.