Okay soo I’ve managed to get myself around two weeks behind with my diaries. I shall now endeavour to recap highlights and zoom up to the present day.
On the 14th of May I had my 29th birthday in Lisbon, and it was a corker.
Continue readingOkay soo I’ve managed to get myself around two weeks behind with my diaries. I shall now endeavour to recap highlights and zoom up to the present day.
On the 14th of May I had my 29th birthday in Lisbon, and it was a corker.
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Vic and I were complaining to each other a couple of weeks ago that although we’ve been in Berlin for a quarter of a year now, we’ve only gone to a few night clubs. I’ve been to Chalet, Monarch, Sisyphos twice, Kater Blau four times, and yet there are dozens of clubs I’ve never gone anywhere near. So, when Michelle text me last week saying she was off to the near-mythical Heideglühen for a day party on Saturday, I was well ready for mayhem. Mayhem I tell you!
Continue readingDave and I went out to explore Lisbon, still wrapped up in the strange glow of our incredible coincidence.
Continue readingMy first couple of nights in Lisbon were calm. I realised I’d been boozing for too many days on the trot, so I took a few nights off and spent several evenings lounging around and sipping mugs of tea like a wise old owl.
Continue readingAfter camping, I headed with Seth and Blanche to Seth’s mum’s house. She lives in a tiny village inland – still technically the Algarve, but far far away from any tourists.
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Okay so I intended to write every day of my trip, and then I just………… didn’t.
But hey, I have some time now, and I need to catch you up on everything that’s happened because – fuck me – it’s been very strange.
Continue readingI woke up feeling fragile. In hot countries you dehydrate during the night, and I always wake up feeling like a dried mushroom, half-mad with anxiety.
Continue readingAfter accidentally spunking a fat €50 on a beach towel, I went about my first full day in Portugal.
Continue readingAfter seven and a half weeks, my new passport has arrived. It was meant to take three. This, of course, has been a spanner to all my slap-dashedly laid plans. Or rather, it’s been yet another spanner in the very long sequence of spanners that have continually found their way betwixt the gears of my fragile optimism.
But hey ho!
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