Excess Luggage

The art of travelling the world with seven kilos of gear. The days when I used to drag along my Panasonic Toughbook and my collection of CDs are long gone, but even after that, I was often guilty of overdoing my luggage, carrying way more stuff than necessary. Excess Luggage - Once I've discovered light weight laptop were not only a fashion item, I've never looked back to my Panasonic Toughbook....

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,...

The naked truth about sobriety

My most inglorious day in the Transcontinental race. Why "The naked truth about sobriety"? Well, read it till the end and you'll know! For those who don’t know me, I’ve always been into road cycling; you can actually read all about my obsession for bikes at onefortheroad.bike. My addiction took me as far as entering the sixth edition of the Transcontinental race, an ultra endurance,...

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...

The gas station diet – nutritious meals for unconventional travellers

Carbeque – meals on wheels. In case you’ll like the "Gas station diet", I’ll make it a regular column on Travelling Scrittori, as I reckon what I’m about to share it’s a true must-read and try for adventurous travellers, who don’t think stale sandwiches from burger chains are the answer to their appetite. The gas station diet - A Roadhouse in the middle of no-where. August 2010,...

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...

My fear of flying – Leave the skies to the birds

My fear of flying on a man-made bird has never prevented me from travelling the world, but it has always been with me, keeping me on my toes each time I fasten a seatbelt in an aircraft seat.  Let’s face it, often what we (humans) carefully engineer, can catastrophically fail and become a statistic… Call me a Wussbag, but there must be a reason why they serve booze on board airliners....

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...