I was never meant to end up in Sri Lanka, and wouldn’t have if not for a series of unusual events. I met a girl, cancelled my flight home to be with her, and when things didn't work out I was left with no ticket back to Australia, and no burning desire to go there … Continue reading Leaving Lanka
And so, after spending many lifetimes in Europe, I find myself in Sri Lanka. From the frozen tundra of Estonia to the white peaks of Slovakia, and the rocky peaks of Montenegro to the clear blue waters of Greece, now I’m surrounded by palm trees, curry, and annoying little men trying to sell me shit … Continue reading A Wanker in Sri Lanka
Sometimes the greatest love can start out as something closer to revulsion - just ask my ex-girlfriend. It was like that with Paros, with my first impressions being only slightly more positive than the rambling poetry of a suicidal teenager. When I first stepped foot on this quiet Greek island, I wanted to step right … Continue reading Beauty and the Greek
After the chaos of Santorini, with bikes and dickheads and Chinese tourists flying everywhere, Paros has proven to be the quiet, relaxing getaway I was craving. Alright, so I spent most of my time in Santorini lying by the pool or bludging around in the sun in my undies, but I still needed to spend … Continue reading Paros in the spring (or, is that tzatziki sauce on your pants, or are you just happy to see me?)
After staying in a delightful hotel in Santorini, I decided to save a bit of money and take the rustic approach to accommodation during my time on the quieter island of Paros. Surfing Beach Village offered private cabins by the sand for only $10 a night, so what could possibly go wrong? The answer is, … Continue reading You don’t get a lot of hotel for $10 a night these days
I planned to stay in Santorini for three days, but I ended up stretching it to five days, for a few reasons. A major reason is that, after two months on the road, I'm sick of checking into and out of hotels, so the idea of spending a run of nights in the same place … Continue reading Leaving Santorini
I didn’t really expect Santorini Sal to be waiting for me. Maybe it’s because I’ve known too many people who've said they'd wait for me but didn't, or maybe I just suspected that he was a hustler, and was off somewhere parting a poor sucker from his money. But Sal was waiting for me, right … Continue reading The Ballad of Santorini Sal, Part II
Sometimes a person enters your life and changes everything. With a different perspective on existence, a captivating personality, or even just a sparkling smile that lights up the world, once this person walks through the door, you just know that things will never be the same again. For me, that happened today, and the person … Continue reading The Ballad of Santorini Sal
I never learn my lesson. I've never learnt that strippers make lousy girlfriends,or that I shouldn't sleep in bins after drinking all night, or that the Raiders will never again win a Grand Final. I've also never learnt that climbing mountains isn't a very sensible thing for me to do. Climbing mountains has led to … Continue reading The Row Show climbs a mountain
I've spent the last three days on the Greek island of Naxos sitting around in my undies, drinking beer and doing my best to convince sexy Euro women to take off their bikini tops so that they don't get tan lines (they don't take a lot of convincing, by the way, especially when The Row … Continue reading Sleazy Rider
