It was a lovely, peaceful, glowing week with Jeanne – although, as I’m sure you’ll understand, I’ve not written too much about it because I’d like to keep it between the two of us.
Continue readingFrance | Strasbourg Encore
Strasbourg was utterly lovely and relaxing and restorative. I stayed with Jeanne for a week and a half, in the apartment she shares with two friends just outside the pretty town centre.
Continue readingPortugal/Spain/France | Montage!
Alright, so I’m a bad traveller and a bad writer. I’m actually in Strasbourg, France, at the moment, although my diaries are currently languishing somewhere in Portugal. If I try to properly recount the trip up to date it’ll take me another three weeks and I’ll never catch up, sooo… gonna just rush through a few cities right now. Here I go.
Continue readingPortugal | Lost in the Woods
On the final day of our lovely Ericeira mini-break, Tanya, Felix and I had one last coffee together in a cafe, then the pair of them got a cab back to Lisbon while I hopped on a bus to Sintra.
Continue readingPortugal | Beach Town
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 readingThe Berlin Diaries – Heideglühen
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 readingPortugal | Penguin
Dave and I went out to explore Lisbon, still wrapped up in the strange glow of our incredible coincidence.
Continue readingPortugal | “Do You Believe in Fate?”
My 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 readingPortugal | Straw Mouse
After 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.
Continue readingPortugal | EELS?????
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.
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