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...

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...

Selling whistles to German ravers

Perhaps to escape from our current alarming situation, I’ve found myself reliving a time in my life which was as different to the reality of these past months as it is possible to be. It involves travel, massive crowds, sharing whistles and no hand sanitizer. Berlin, 1998 (Wikimedia Commons). Count the whistles. In the carefree 1990s, I was coming to the end of a year backpacking and working...

Three bodies and not a virus on site.

Now for something completely different. It’s so morbid and depressing to continually read about the trials and tribulations of Covid–19. So this week’s episode is going to concentrate on something far more positive and uplifting; funerals. Three bodies and not a virus on site. On my recent foray through Central America I was confronted with three different dead bodies. Admittedly they were...

Loveless In The Time of Coronavirus – Part 2

(Apologies to Gabriel Garcia Marquez – again!) I am in the world feeling my way to light ‘amid the encircling gloom.’ Mahatma Gandhi. So I slept on it. I awoke in Nicaragua with no plan. In the tropics I love the early mornings. The coolest, and, apart from the cacophonous bird sound, most peaceful part of the day. I habitually rise with the sun and always venture forth for...

Loveless In The Time of Coronavirus – Part 1

(apologies to Gabriel Garcia Marquez) FUCK, I didn’t see that coming! I refer of course to the spread of the Covid-19 virus. I, along with, I think, 90% of the global population thought this was some local Chinese problem. Luckily I’m a bit of a news addict and check global events at least once a day. It gradually started to dawn on me the situation was fast developing into a run away train...