Whilst one could spend years trying to drink every beer in Sarajevo and not come close before dying of liver failure, I don’t have that much time to spend. So, instead, I toodled along to the bus stop and told any motherfucker who would listen that I wanted to go to Dubrovnik, and I wanted … Continue reading From Sarajevo to Dubrovnik – don’t walk, take a bus! It’s 258km, you dickhead!
Alright, that title might be a bit of an exaggeration. While on the party island of Ibiza a couple of years ago I took as many drugs as a Jehovah's Witness and I didn't go to any of those parties where they play all the bippity-boppity robot music, but I still managed to rip it … Continue reading Sex, drugs and techno music: Living large in Ibiza