Woke up at 5pm, I felt really hung over, after a few too many beers at quiz night. We did not win again; the Dog (my great and wild living friend) was looking up the answers on his mobile phone and we still came third. The driver was a talker who never shut up all the way up to the airport...”Where are you going mate?” “Prague” I told him, which was kind of the truth. I really could not face his questions about Belarus. “Yeah just going on a stag night with team Moston”...I gave him a 2 pound tip and [View Full Entry]

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On the morning of 18th February I set off to Moldova full of hope and optimism. To get to Moldova from Manchester I have to fly from Heathrow airport. This is a real pain. Last time when I went I said overnight in London but this time I was trying something different. The plan was to get an early morning train to London and then take the tube to Paddington Station and then take the Heathrow Express to the Airport. Easy hey... I sat on the train feeling pleased myself but that soon changed when an announcement came though that the [View Full Entry]

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My Journey to Moldova started at Manchester Airport on a Tuesday afternoon, i sat in the Bar and phone up friend Chaddy who i knew would be working in his shitty Factory Job: "Hi Chad just supping a nice cold beer waiting for my flight to Moldova" I knew he would be jealous of me, i was a bit smug i guess. After hanging up i checked the flight screen to my dismay it was delayed. shit i hope i dont miss my contacting to Romania, first i had to fly to Amsterdam. Fucking French bastard Air traffic controllers had gone [View Full Entry]

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