Magic Man

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The dark, dangerous story of a pale riders journey across Asia, Australasia, South America and back.



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July 25th 2008

Coming Home - Infinity and Beyond, Near Death on the Road, Monotony, Boredom and the End of the Magic Man Thurs 12/06 - Present Final Days The coach moves over the bridge and into Varadero's main drag. Back once again with the ill behaviour, back to the beaches and the easy living lifestyle. I'm optimistic that the troubles are over. I've paid for everything up front and my hotel is all-inclusive. I've around 50cuc left, which I'm planning on spending on a few souvenirs and cigars. I'm confident I've covered all the bases. I'm just going spend my last few days relaxing, recuperating and reaping the benefits of another free bar. The hotel Cuatro Palmas is located roughly half-way along the main road, in the town centre. I'm dropped off and met at reception by unenthusiastic ... read more



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July 23rd 2008

Down and Out in Havana - Staggering Towards the End Thur 06/06 - 12/06/08 I take a coach back to Havana, arriving at 10pm and checking into the Park View Hotel, situated just off the famous Paseo del Prado, and opposite the Museum de la Revolution. After the relative cheapness of casa's and hostels, I've decided to splash out on three-star luxury for three nights, giving me time to situate myself, re-group and get over the tragedy of the Magic Man Hat. The first thing I do Friday morning is head to the hotel Florida, and access their high speed internet. There was a time, not so long ago, when travellers and folks of all persuasions would have got by without the net, living their daily lives in the real world, not cyberspace. For me, however, ... read more



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July 18th 2008

You Can Leave Your Hat On (The Bus) - Tragedy in Trinidad, Cuba Sun 01/06 - 05/06/08 I leave the hotel Paradisus just before 1pm, and arrive at the main coach terminal. I'm headed for Trinidad, a small town South East of Varadero. The terminal is crowded and noisy, and I attract unwanted attention from a pair of fat, bad-manned guys, who find me interesting because I'm English and alone. I can't work out whether these pigs are local or tourists like me. One is ginger-haired and covered in vile, greasy boils, skin like a carrot-topped pizza. He stands opposite me, sweaty and rank. The other is darker and balder, and sat down next to me. I suspect he has inclinations to molest me, and I make plans to strike first should he get too close. ... read more



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July 10th 2008

Ultra Inclusive and Infinite in Varadero - The Emotional Finale Fri 30/05 - 01/06/08 Friday, 4pm. The wedding is over, and Barney and Leanne are married. We all move to the wedding villa, to begin the celebrations. Sadly, the fathers of both bride and groom are taken ill and have to withdraw from proceedings. I wander in amongst the party, mind hazy from champagne, feeling slightly out of place and out of kilter with things. I'm floating in a social void, a space between sober and drunk where my judgement of what's socially acceptable and proper is askew and my inhabitations still make me self aware, bordering on self-conscious. I just not sure of my role in it all. I'm not a parent or a relative, not married or in a couple. I'm not one of ... read more



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July 7th 2008

Ultra Inclusive and Infinite in Varadero - Part 3: Nice Day for a White Wedding Morning. I get out of bed, and walk to the bathroom. There are mirrors all around. I stand in front of them, transfixed. I can see myself from every angle - every tight, knotted muscle, every sinew, every patch of bright red sun burn. I turn, like a chiselled chicken in an oven. I stretch. I flex a little. My reflection goes on and on, and it never ends; there is never an end to me. I am on-going. I am ever-decreasing. I am infinite. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet of alcohol and recreational drugs. I have a vigorous exercise routine. In the late morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on ... read more



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July 4th 2008

Ultra Inclusive and Infinite in Varadero - Part Two: The Return of the King Thurs 22/05 - 25/05/08 The next couple of days at the Paradisus pass without a whole lot of incident. I get to know my new home, relaxing by the pool, swimming in the sea, going to the gym and coping with painfully explosive diarrhoea (don't drink tap water in Havana, unless there's something precious up your arse that you need to get out in a hurry). I get relatively up to speed on what's been happening. Apparently, there has been some controversy surrounding the restaurants. Some of these have to be booked in advance, and a few people have become concerned that they might not be able to eat in every one (the Italian, Steak House, Japanese, Caribbean and Romantica). A complicated ... read more



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July 1st 2008

Ultra Inclusive and Infinite in Varadero Wed 21/05/08 The bus from Havana to Varadero, Cuba's most popular tourist resort, costs 10CUC and takes around two hours. I leave at 2pm, full of positive vibes. There are, as usual, a few variables that could place a potential spanner in the works and put a frown on my happy, happy face. Firstly, I'm not 100% sure in which hotel my friends are staying. I'm almost certain it's the Paradisus Varadero, a five star, ultra-inclusive hotel with two pools, eight restaurants and a sports centre, but I haven't actually gone as far as checking my emails to make sure. Secondly, they don't know that I'm coming today. Surprise is a wonderful thing if there's someone around to receive it. However, I'm arriving on the day of the Champions League ... read more



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June 29th 2008

Our Magic Man in Havana Mon 19/05 - Wed 21/05/08 I leave the Chicago hostel in Quito at 4.45am, sharing a cab to the airport with an American woman. I pay the disgracefully high departure tax ($40 - pure financial rape. Any country that employs these taxes should be picketed and imposed with sanctions. Seriously, if everyone refused to pay, what would they do? The airports would be thrown into chaos and immigration would have a nightmare. They'd be forced to throw out this fascist practice and show some fucking humility. I mean, if you went round to a friends house, and after dinner they tell you you have to pay them £20 just so you can leave, would you put up with that nonsense?), and then run the gauntlet of souvenir shops that line the ... read more



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June 24th 2008

Seven Days in Ecuador - Part Three Fri 16/05 - Sun 18/05/08 The coach pulls into Mindo around 11am. Mindo is a small town with less than 3000 inhabitants. The high street extends a couple of hundred yards, consisting mainly of bars, restaurants and tour operators. Mindo thrives on ecotourism, pulling in the punters who come to see the diverse wildlife and to take part in outdoor activities among the lush jungle backgrounds. I booked myself into a place called the "Frog Hostel" online, and so set about trying to find it. No one in town seems to have heard of the place, but I've got directions. I need to head for a place called Mindo gardens, then make a left and the hostel is a five minute walk from there. Mindo Gardens are 4km away, ... read more



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June 22nd 2008

Seven Days in Ecuador - Part Two Tue 13/05 - 15/05/08 I spend my first full day in Quito wandering around, getting my bearings. Quito is the capital of Ecuador, with a population of roughly 1.5 million. The historic centre is a World Heritage site, full of churches, monasteries, plazas and museums. It's a pretty stunning place - just as you think you've seen it all, you spot something else around a corner or in the distance, poking out over the rooftops. From just about any point in the old city, you can see the Mirador El Panecillo looking down upon you. A huge statue of a winged Virgin Mary, it sits atop the Panecillo hill. Although the views are meant to be amazing from the hill, it's not safe to walk there - apparently the ... read more






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