I Came, I Saw, I Suffered Immensely
Blessed is the bean of wakefulness...
Why, why do I do this.
Through disorganisation, laziness and maybe some deeply-rooted sense of puritanical masochism, I recently travelled on too little sleep.
World, hate it, hate it all, stab stabbity stab. (more…)
“Authentic travel”. Buzz-phrase of a generation. We’re all in search of it. The travel industry is obsessed with it.
What a shame we have no idea what it actually is. (more…)
Athens News, 1st June 2007
Could he really be one? Could he?
I peered over the top of my Greek newspaper as he passed on his third (third!) lap. Sunglasses? Hiding where he’s really looking, of course. Combat pants? “I am man of ACTION“. Cropped canvas-green jacket? All the better to let the ladies see his toned arms. And…was he looking? Yes - clearly looking towards the same table as before, at the American girl flashing a megawatt smile at her friend….
He was checking her out.
For the third time.
Perhaps just besotted opportunism, but maybe, just maybe…I’d found my first kamakia. (more…)
