I took a bike ride in Nepal out of the town and off into the villages on a particularly hot dry day. After a few miles I passed a cute german girl by the side of the road. The kind of girl whose beauty wouldn’t normally require her to search for attention. The sort of [...]
We all relied on tips to make our jobs as tour guides worthwhile. My then girlfriend called me disgusted to tell me about an American passenger that hadn’t coughed up in the usual way. Instead of the recommended $3/day this septuagenarian had given her some chocolate and a pair of nylon tights.
It seems the [...]
As the ferry pulled in I could see the spot. Four years ago I was camping there, on the dockside. I’d strung a hammock between the first Biotruck and the container trailers that littered the port. I was held up by customs for 7 days while I got permission to bring my cargo of chocolate [...]
There’s UFOs on every street corner here in Southern Spain. I got really into UFOs when I was 10 years old. Not the ones that fly in from outer space. The sherbet filled ones that lived in a jar behind the News Agent, next to the racks of cigarettes. By that age I was aware [...]
I usually wake up for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. It’s like and anti-siesta, where I juggle thoughts and ideas with whatever is obsessing me. At the moment it’s the design of the new truck.
We’re parked along the beach with a handful of other motorhomes along the beach North [...]
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