Bear with me. This is going to take some brain power. Some real racking of the old memory, which is really not my strong point. Why? Well, I’ve left China now, but after living there for knocking on a year and a half, I realise I’ve barely accounted for six…
There are really no ways to make this sound truly awesome. So I’m just going to come out with it. For the last year, I’ve been living… …in Devon. I know, I know, cue commiserations all round, a few condolences high fives, the deep understanding of the trauma I’ve been,…
It’s been a long time coming. This post, that is. I’m back home now, and although I’m a fair way behind, the end of the tale is within sight. First though, a monster post, which has ended up including many a picture more than I’d intended. I had to leave…
Wednesday 08th June 2016 – It was a surprise to see Francois again – he just turned up at the hostel. When we’d tipped Willie, we’d been so tired that we’d mixed up who’d paid what, and I’d ended up paying all of it. I hadn’t even realised, but Francois…
Thursday 17th March 2016 – Two days of recovery marked our entry to Bariloche. Recovery from days of hiking, and recovery from the bus. This involved, let’s say, a fair amount of cake. Actually, that’s only partially true. The cake eating was spread out, and I probably only ate one…
Sunday 07th February 2016 – I’d only spoken to him a couple of times before, but it turned out Halabi was leaving for Puerto Madryn on the same day. Trying to not to sound offensive, I’ll say, to my surprise, that there’d been many Israelis at the hostel in Buenos…
