Three Days Alone in Portugal

I arrive in Portugal in the afternoon; it’s all drama free. I know how to do this now. Book a flight at a sensible hour, find the left luggage at the station, wander about town til I can go to my couchsurfing host’s place, then arrive, cheerful and open. I climb a few flights to […]

Mexico

I sit and eat my last meal, vegetarian fajitas and a melon smoothie, while the man at the viva mexico table cloth next to mine cheers loudly at the football on the screen. Twenty days and I have barely scratched the surface of this crazy nation. From Mexico DF, massive, bubbling, teeming, with the grandeur […]

Good Times, Cheese & Swissbians*

* Please note that not all the lovely Swiss citizens I hung out with were lesbians, it’s just that swisstrosexuals doesn’t have the same ring to it. I arrived in Bern after an epic journey (well epic if compared to getting the train from newtown to central…not epic compared to, say, the odyssey.) I caught […]

Ice Ice Baby

I arrived at 1am at my couch surfing host’s place in Reykjavik and knocked on the window as instructed. “Am I in the right place?” I asked when the door opened. “I don’t know…Are you?” My host was out at work and his two friends were waiting at his place. They weren’t sure if he […]