After a few days in L.A. I was pretty keen to leave. During this time I’d met a Finnish guy called Jukke, hired a car and cruised around noting the contrast between the gross overindulgence of Hollywood and the rundown shambles of places like, well, Inglewood and Compton. Read More »
After spending so much time in Europe and Asia over the years, I thought it was about time I went to U.S.A., at least for a little while to see if it was as freaky as I was lead to believe… Read More »
Things were going great for my first time out on a prawn trawler. Gordon, Ian and Janine were looking after me a
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all the hard work was paying off which was evident by a rapid loss of the weight I had gained in Europe. All we did was work and sleep and I didn’t have to look well groomed for anyone either, so I decided not to shave or cut my hair for the entire four months at sea. The weather was generally good which was reflected in our mood and we only had to put up with a few storms.
Here in Cairns, Northerin Australia, we have cyclones. Every year between the months of November and April, we have a “cyclone season”. Basically, between these months, the chance of cyclones developing off the coast and heading for us is very real.
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After three years in Europe, I stayed in Cairns for just over a month and when I wasn’t working as a dishpig in an italian restaurant, I was drinking and indulging in whatever party substances I could get my hands on.
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Ahhh tropical heat! God how I had missed it. It had been 3 years since I was in the tropics… Sure Spain got pretty damn warm in the summer, but it was nothing like this sticky, humid heat that I am used to.
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Wednesday, June 12, 2002:
I was woken by the phone ringing. It was Ann wanting to know if I would like to meet her down the road at a pub called the Hermit’s Cave, so I had a shower, threw on some clothes and followed her directions.
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I had been with my Swedish girlfriend Erika for roughly six months, in a fishing village called Puerto de Mazarrón in South East Spain.
It all ended rather badly when around my 27th birthday, I lost my job and the love of my life, all at the same time. It turned my world upside down and my heart inside out, so I had to get away from there.
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