Synopsis: 22 hour bus ride London-Pamplona, 4 days of booze, one big-arse campsite with a great pool, millions of crazy Spaniards, 1000's of crazy travellers, 6 bulls, one road, and one bloody big and rammed bull-ring. Detailed description: So i decided to hit up one of the biggest festivals on the European calender, that being the San Fermin festival (otherwise known as the Running of the Bulls) in Pamplona, Spain. The trip involved a 22 hour bus ride down to Pamplona from London, 3 nights camping, and then a 22 hour bus ride back. Now that might sound like a lot [View Full Entry]

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Some photos of my trip to Dublin - caught up with Maddy, house party, nice lunch in a restaurant, walk through town, Guiness Factory. You get the idea. [View Full Entry]

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Just a quick one with some photos of my time so far in London. Since being here i have already worked three jobs (one as a bloody warehouse worker for a luxury department store over here - and for £7 an hour!), but i'm now settled in working for DeLoitte & Touche as a data monkey. Incredibly boring work, but i'm with a good bunch of temps and we all have a good laugh. Since getting over here, i've also joined a 20-20 cricket comp, playing with a group of South Africans and Aussies called The Peanut Gallery. The highlight for [View Full Entry]

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Well last stop on the tour de force was New York. I was exhausted when i got there from memory (this was 3 months ago) and trying to be the cheap tourist, i attempted to navigate the NY subway system at midnight by myself. Tip for young players - don't do that. Doesn't work. Ends in disasterous cab rides at 2am in the morning. I stayed quite north of the city on 106th St and Central Park West - it was the only place i could afford at the time as it was St Paddy's day weekend and the city was [View Full Entry]

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Dear god, I am a long way behind in these. It seems sort of pointless doing this now as most people know where I am etc. but to keep it all complete, I will quickly do a couple more blogs to complete the diary. So much has happened in the last 10 weeks or so that it is quite crazy. Some things have been good, some things have been bad, but all in all I’m happy to be where I am now. But more of that later. After Josh pissed off home to go back to college and return to normal [View Full Entry]

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So it all had to come to an end eventually, and it did on March 6th when Josh and I both flew out of Peru - Josh headed home, as most of you probably now know, and me off to Guatemala for a week, before hitting up Nuevo York for a few days, and then to my final resting place for a while anyway, London. After being in the Andes for around 2 months, and being sick and tired of being cold and not seeing the sea, we decided to close out the trip by heading up the coast of Peru [View Full Entry]

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Alright then - on to Huachachina it was. Now this is just a small little oasis where pretty much noone lives, but 1000´s of tourists flock to each year just to say that they have been in an oasis. That, and it is also the base for some super extreme sports. We caught an overnight bus there from Arequipa, on which Josh got off about 2 hours before me (at the ungodly hour of 5am) to go fly over the Nasca Lines. Now this wasn´t for me, as it involves sitting in a 4 seater plane for around 45 mins whilst [View Full Entry]

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So we headed off from Oruro on what was to be abit of a mission. A 6am bus was to take us from Oruro, to Arica in Chile, which was to take around 9 hours or so. From there, we then decided to catch a taxi from Arica across the border to Tacna, Peru, making our stay in Chile a grand 5 hours or so, where we were to stay the night. From there, the next morning, we were going to catch another bus (5 hours or so) to Arequipa, Peru, where we could possibly relax for 24 hours or so. [View Full Entry]

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So the mission was nearly complete - accommodation had actually been sorted out for us (thanks to Bella and Glen, old friends we had met in Buenos Aires, who had booked and paid something for us - legends), and we were on the bus from Uyuni. We arrived at about 6am in Oruro, and the festivities had already commenced. The town was a sea of colour, and everyone was dressed up to the nines. The carnival is actually officially known as the La Diablada carnival and is celebrated in honor of the patron saint of the miners, Vírgen de Socavon (the [View Full Entry]

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So we struggled through the overnight bus from Potosi to Uyuni (by struggled i mean taking 2 sleeping tablets and crashing out for the entire 8 hour nightmare), and arrived at around 1am. Our grand plan was to get around 6 hours sleep, arise bright and early, and book a tour to start that morning at 10am. And we pulled it off with aplomb! We met 2 american lads on the bus ride (Seth and Andrew) and we used their desire for a bargain, and their excellent Spanish, to get us the most incredible price for the a Salt Plains tour [View Full Entry]

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