Woke up with a bull in my face I died this morning. Trampled and gored repeatedly. A bull. A very large, angry bull with horns sharp as razors, was pounding down on me in the street. There was nowhere to go and this muther was huge! As he overwhelmed me I could feel his horns piercing my skin and ribs and stomach and smell him, hear him roaring like a freight train. It only hurt the way dreams hurt. Not physically, but emotionally. I woke up with my heart pounding out of my chest, as terrified as any dream before. The [View Full Entry]

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Hola! It's time to begin the adventure and what better way than to start writing about the trip. I am your narrarator, GypsyKing, and I will be detailing the adventures of myself and my traveling buddy, Bish. This is my first blog, yes, a newbie to the blog scene although I've read hundreds and find most of them interesting. I write for a living (in the Information Technology arena) but have no idea about 'proper blogging', keeping my tenses right, keeping it in first person, third person, whatever - and honestly, if you you know me at all you know that [View Full Entry]

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