You know, those “AHA” moments.
I was so hopeful that I had beaten this nasty bug. A day at the spa was just what my imaginary doctor ordered. I felt pummelled and wrapped in mud and filled with wonderful food and wine. I arrived back to the sanctuary moderately filled with vim and mild vigor.
Recently I got real wound up reading a post by a solo woman traveller. She wrote about a pervy older guy getting all up in her face, all aggressive and started following her from island to island, even staying at the same hostel, in the same dorm (!!!!!!!) as she was. The problem was that she was nice…
Ooops I did it again.. didn’t someone have a song like that?
Dearest Mandy; I don’t know if you remember the story of how I found my way to you and Pat and your wonderful herd of horses so here it is. I had just got back from Guatemala and already sniffing around for my next adventure. There was a book waiting for me from Amazon. I…
Well not so much funny as embarrassing. Really really embarrassing. As in “why the hell am I telling you guys about this?” embarrassing. I missed my flight from London to Johannesburg, therefor causing me to miss my Johannesburg to Vilanculos, Mozambique flight.
