Travel Advice

Typed on Gionny’s bloody repugnant Olivetti Lettera 22 typewriter. Go west young man. No, go east. Wait, better to go north but on the other hand maybe south would be better at this time of year – oh bugger it, just GO. Gionny met this guy standing beside his local NAB (National Australian Bank) ATM, offering shitty advice for a donation. Gionny gave him 20 bucks and he was blown away,...

HOTELS – love ‘em or hate them.

Typed on Gionny’s continuingly abhorrent Olivetti Lettera 22 Fawlty Towers would have been such fun to stay in. BUT only if Basil was there.By definition a hotel is an establishment providing accommodation, meals, and other services for travellers and tourists. They come in all shapes and sizes and cater for the rich and poor alike.  Love them or hate them they range from rich indulgence...

Signs of the times.

Typed on Gionny’s maddeningly annoying Olivetti To rant or not to rant? It is impossible to travel anywhere without being confronted by street art, graffiti and advertising. They are often real works of art but sometimes they can be downright ugly and an assault on the senses. Then of course there are the countless signs or instructions extolling us to do this or do that. OR, conversely,...

Encore des faux pas

Typed on Gionny’s repulsive Olivetti Lettera 22 More foot in mouth adventures While writing our previous blog about embarrassments I realised there was not enough space for all my foot in mouth experiences. Here’s a few more. Now I’m beginning to think there maybe enough for a book – a very large book! Encore des faux pasNot an airport in Korea but a ferry in Guatemala – but then, what...

Embarrassments

Typed on Gionny’s bloody nauseating Olivetti Lettera 22 This quote was a response from a good friend of mine, to another, who only recently discovered I was writing a travel blog. One reason to retire is to avoid embarrassment – it hasn’t actually worked! Haven’t we all experienced embarrassing moments while travelling? Those toe curling moments when you realise the implications are so...

Travelling with Chickens

Typed on Gionny’s irksome Olivetti Lettera 22 I haven’t. I mean, I haven’t been drunk on a bus. Hung-over yes. “Mad Dogs and English Men Go Out in the Mid Day Sun,” Travelling with Chickens - An intriguing view of a shop in San Pedro Sula, Honduras, selling only loofahs. In a previous blog I referred to a shooting incident in a place called San Pedro Sula. I’d travelled from the...

Camionetta de Pollos – Chicken Buses

Typed on Gionny’s increasingly irritating Olivetti Lettera 22 Travelling for us riff raff I think it’s safe to assume that the majority of our readers have at some stage, while travelling, taken a bus. Of course this doesn’t apply if you’re one of those rich bastards who are travelling everywhere first class and taking limos from the airport to a 5 star hotel. Actually, that’s a...

People, otherwise known as wimps, pimps and banjo players.

Typed on Gianni’s goddam bloody Olivetti Lettera 22 How DO you judge people? While travelling through the minefield of life we are blessed to meet some truly amazingly wonderful folk. We are also cursed to meet some dishonest, disloyal and disrespectful people not to mention encountering hostile, hypocritical and humourless riffraff. In summary, lowlife assholes. As colourfully portrayed in...

Tips for Seamless and effortless travel

Typed on Gionny’s bloody Olivetti Lettera 22 Be it Europe, Africa or the Americas travel is fun. Fun interspersed with really annoying challenges, quirks and irritations. None more so than when crossing frontiers. One of those foibles is meeting mini dictators who have the power to decide your future. I refer to border guards. After years of studying this phenomenon I think I have finally...

The snake, a slippery character. Human or reptile?

Typed with Olivetti Lettera 22 This epistle has its genesis in, umm, Genesis. That would be 1:24 in the book of Genesis to be precise – and that would be in the bible for those still wondering what the hell I’m on about. Oh god, that’s the bit about that Almighty chappie making all the animals and things on day 6.     During my wayward life I’ve been confronted with a...