Things are looking up. After dragging my arse around agencies and meetings with contacts, getting a haircut and dry cleaning my suits, I've managed to secure some work of decent pay and in central London. I'm excited. But today I'm also depressed. I just got home from a fairly uneventful night at a friend's mum's jewellery flogging night at her house, but I wasn't in the sparkliest of moods and probably came across quite rude. To top it off, it was rammed with middle class middle aged ladies pretending not to be locked into sham marriages for cash and pony clubs, [View Full Entry]

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I've changed the name of my travelblog to Onehorsetown/Loaferville, adapting it to suit my new position in life - that is, unwashed, in my pyjamas and hoodie all day, generally loafing. I doubt it will make as interesting reading for those kind or bored enough to read my blog over the past year who found tales of death roads in Bolivia and surfing in Sydney, but I've decided to continue the blog and document my release back in to the community anyway (and you'll notice my spelling, grammar and punctuation are all on the up again). So it needed a name [View Full Entry]

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My second week back in England is well underway. Being stuck in darkest Fleet, a small town in Hampshire with a lot of trees, chavs, security guards outside pubs, and traffic humps, is what you can make of it, I've found: unavoidably dull to look at, you've just got to keep moving, thinking, trying to get back to London basically, in order to alleviate the boredom. Or, spend all night on msn talking with your boyfriend (who is extra lucky to be back in Bolivia, my favourite part of South America) and sleep through most of the day, as I did [View Full Entry]

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Well folks, I have returned. I am writing from my parents computer in Fleet, a contender for the Crap Towns trophy, marooned penniless, jobless and mobile phoneless in the centre of a huge, sprawling modern housing estate with its own church, school and Morrisons from which once should never need to leave except if they should wish to taste the sweet nectar of freedom from the shackles of crushing white bread lawnmowing middle classness. You get the distinct feeling that everyone living here only has a wank with silk gloves on. Its that sort of life draining, rancidly bleached safehouse for [View Full Entry]

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I am in Sao Paolo, Brazil, counting down my last week of my trip. I would probably forget that but Alexis keeps reminding me how many days there are left and we have started getting up early (hmmm...10, 11 am) to execute mini itineries of stuff to see in the various places we speed through, feeling the time slipping away. Last time I wrote my blog, 31 August or there abouts, I was enjoying hanging about in Buenos Aires, which turned from a couple of days to one week. Since then we travelled by ferry over the Rio de la Plata [View Full Entry]

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Holy shit, its the 31st of August and I have until September 22 to see Uruguay and Southern Brazil. I am in Buenos Aires where I´ve been polishing my loafery award with Alexis´help since last Sunday. We got here after 15 hours on a bus from Foz do Iguacu, where we saw the famous falls and visited the Itaipu dam. We spent the day at the falls but at first I wasnt much impressed because the viewing platform they shunt you to looks over a boring perspective (esp if youve seen niagara falls) and it doesnt look as big as the [View Full Entry]

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Bom dia, I have been in Brazil for the last few days since taking the Expreso Oriente train from Santa Cruz in Bolivia across the Pantanal to Quijarro and crossing to Corumba, a tiny border town in Brazil´s south west. Crossing from Bolivia we stayed overnight in Corumba, which seems like a pretty laid back, nice little town right on the Pantanal, then took a bus seven hours east to Campo Grande where we took part in traditional Brazilian festivities including staying in bed to watch under 17s footie (brazil thrashed north korea 6-1), visiting a large, shiny, air conditioned shopping [View Full Entry]

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Hola cariños, I am finally in Santa Cruz since last night after more than a week trying to get here. I am here with Alexis - I guess I should introduce him to y´all as he´s gonna feature in all blog entries for the rest of my trip. We are travelling together to Rio from here, and I guess I should announce that he is my boyfriend! Its been a long time since Ive had one of those. But he´s lovely and we´re having a brilliant time being together - except for the last 48 hours of travel madness.... First of [View Full Entry]

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Why god, WHY? While I was loafing in chapare again travelblogs servers crashed losing all my south american entries. But i recovered a little bit which is all shoved into this one entry. Fuck sake. Im back in cochabamba unexpectedly for one night as im sick and i have to visit a bloody doctor. great. She works hard for no money That´s right, I´m Los Tiempos´bitch. I work 12,13 hour days, five days a week, gratis. I´m not even writing my geeky finance shit. I have been made temporary culture editor of sorts, since the man himself, the very nice Michel [View Full Entry]

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Was published on Sunday 29th. Puerto Villarroel desea convertirse en un asilo del eco-turismo, pero debe encontrar un equilibrio entre la venta hacia fuera y preservar su paraíso de la selva Paraíso Oculto Por Melanie Stern Si usted toma el surubí que va de Cochabamba a la zona turística mas popular del Chapare, Villa Tunari un poco mas allá está Ivirgazama y dobla a la izquierda encontrará las orillas del río Ichilo, y Puerto Villarroel, un pueblo de 2000 personas. Este no tiene ninguna de las comodidades que podría encontrar en Villa Tunari, como ser baños, cafés, Internet [View Full Entry]

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