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How High is This Hog We Are Riding On?
Waking up on a Monday morning to discover it’s cold and wet outside is something we have grown used to over the years. Bloody Mondays! Bloody English weather! Sick of both of them. Let’s bugger off to somewhere where those … Continue reading
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What We Are Missing
Wifey and I were in a bar called La Puerta Roja in the San Telmo district of Buenos Aires. There is nothing to advertise its existence except the red door of its own name; no sign, no lights not even … Continue reading
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Our Bedroom
Stopping at the Art Factory Hostel in Buenos Aires – this picture took up the whole of one wall. Amazing we got any sleep at all.
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Argentina! Argentina! Argentina!
Got an e-mail from Frankie in Newcastle scolding me for even thinking about the state of Newcastle United while out here travelling the world. He obviously has a point but he knows well enough that this affliction has never been … Continue reading
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Chile to Argentina
I’m starting to recognise patterns in our behaviour as we lurch from country to country. An almost subconscious sadness on leaving some places is one thing but this knocks heads with excitement at getting somewhere else and trepidation that this … Continue reading
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Beating sunderland on Twitter
We are well into the third month of the world tour. By this point I think I expected us to be as brown and tough as walnuts, multilingual, savvy, decisive and essentially, chilled. We have arrived in Santiago in Chile … Continue reading
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So What Are We Missing?
Living the dream. That’s what we are doing. Wifey and I quit our jobs, flogged our cars, rented out the house and wandered off like Bill Bixby as David Bruce Banner at the end of The Incredible Hulk TV series. … Continue reading
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Football in Costa Rica
The headmaster from my school, Jack we called him, was responsible for teaching me Geography but as he was a sweaty, sadistic, pervert prone to fits of unreasonable purple rage I didn’t respond well to his feeble guidance. My desk … Continue reading
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Newcastle in the USA
Many people on discovering that we were going to be in The United States this month assumed, quite understandably, that Wifey and I had planned to be here to see Newcastle United’s pre-season fixtures. The truth is we are here … Continue reading
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So, is the USA F***ed or what?
Seems a rude question for a guest to be asking or answering. Judging by a lot of the evidence you would think so. We flick round the TV channels in a succession of cheap motels making our way back to … Continue reading
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