Now, I’ve not written anything for over a month now. That’s not through choice: World Hangover, on account of some cack-handed internet company, died. It vanished entirely. It was only through having made a back-up, and having a very clever friend who invested a lot of his free time into doing all he could to save it, that the site now exists. So, like, hooray, but also fuck.
Continue readingIn Case You’re Wondering What The Hell Is Going On
Hello you.
It’s been a while no?
That’s because my website shit its own pants and deleted everything I ever wrote. Guh.
Luckily, because I’m so devilishly clever, I made a backup. Unluckily, because I’m only devilishly and not angelically clever, which is the cleverest of all, I made the backup last summer and never did another. This is why I was able, thanks to the help of a very kind and technically knowledgeable friend, to restore most but not all of my articles.
Everything up to Serbia is still there, which is nice, but Hungary, Morocco, Spain, Mexico, Guatemala, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Colombia are not. Alas. I will therefore be very slowly re-uploading these articles over the next few weeks, with a lot of grunting and sighing. But I’m gonna do Colombia first because, like, I’m here now, so yeah. It makes sense.
Okay, that’s that.
Not sure how to end this post.
Bye?
Colombia | Bogota
A couple of days ago I got up at 4am, took a taxi to the airport, and flew left Costa Rica at 8am.
Continue readingGuatemala | Visions of Cody
After staying the night in Cody’s asylum, I spent the morning having breakfast and talking with him in the kitchen. I asked Cody of his plans for the future – if he ever wanted to stop travelling.
Continue readingGuatemala | Crazy Cody
Way behind on my diaries again. Call myself Kerouacian. Kerouac actually wrote shit. What a problem I am.
Continue readingGuatemala | Summit Different
The trek back to Acatenango was exhausting – our ninth consecutive hour of slogged vertical hiking – but I felt lighter. The worst was done. Whatever came next, in the night or the next day, would be milder. A mist swept over the mountains and buried us as we hiked back to camp, deadening the red glow of the volcano and muting our tramping footsteps. We passed other backpackers who had set off too late and would reach the ridge of Fuego to find the summit obscured by cloud; they would see nothing but an orange haze. We had been very lucky.
Continue readingGuatemala | Revelation
Last week I had what was almost certainly the most intense experience of my life so far, and may well prove to be the most intense experience I ever have… ever.
Continue readingGuatemala | Swab
I left Palenque on the 7th of November and took a shuttle bus to the Guatemalan border. The bus’s suspension was bollocksed, so every little dint in the road was translated into a monstrous metallic shutter that jangled my poor bum bones to dust.
Continue readingMexico | That’s A Wrap
I’m not in Mexico anymore; I am in Guatemala. I wasn’t planning on going to Guatemala, but then I thought: hey – that looks nice. So now I’m here. But before I write about the big G, I need to wrap up Mexico like a cosy little quesadilla. Vamonos.
Continue readingMexico | The Day Of The Dead
The 2nd of November arrived, and with it, finally, the Day of the Dead.
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