Finally, at 29, i have made the highly debatable decision to do one to central america for 6 months, leaving my job as the glue holding the creaking behemoth of Hampshire Police together.
This has nothing to do with escaping the long arm of those Scientologists.
I will be travelling with my girlfriend; two gringo's learning the lingo, and this is a place for my musings, oft pointless ramblings surrounding my adventures, and a place to see if i have been eaten by sharks a'surfing, been done for a'smuggling, or held hostage by some dubious chain smoking sorts in a jungle enclave Johnny Rambo would be proud of.
Guest authoring will be Tracey. No financial incentive will be offered to stop her telling things as it really is, though physical persuasion may come into play if her attitude isn't good enough, so it'll provide a decent enough counterweight to what ever drivel comes from my mouth......
Hopefully.
From the largest city in the world, Mexico....City, all the way down to Cartegena in Colombia, the coolest sounding city on earth. If said right. Drums up brighter visions in my eye than Blackpool.
Via beaches and islands Robinson and his imaginery French alterego Crusoe would feel at home on, volcanoes, lakes and jungles, when the time comes, I hope this journey opens my eyes and prepares me for what lies in the future, and by association will entertain and provide decent work avoidance time for all those intrigued enough to follow us......

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