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… Continue reading Frankfurt to Inglewood
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.
Continue reading Leaving Europe Part 2
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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Way back in October 2001, I was living in Sweden with my girlfriend Erika. The winter was coming and we decided that a move to Spain might be a good idea.
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Christmas 2005, five friends and I went to Vanuatu for a 16 day holiday.
Not long after returning to Australia, four of my friends became rather ill with Malaria. Not very nice. I did not get sick, and I thought that perhaps I might have some sort of natural immunity after having lived in Papua New Guinea as a child…
I would like to tell you a story of a complete stranger who generously gave me so much of her time and attention, purely out of genuine kindness.
For this blog I thought I would tell you all about my recent tour with the grind core band Poppy Seed Grinder from Praha.
I was in Praha and needed to get to Germany to visit friends and catch my plane to Thailand. I found out that my friend Yarda and his band Poppy Seed Grinder, were driving to Strasbourg to play a gig, then back to Germany. Great opportunity for me to get a lift. So, on the night of the 9th of November, 2006, I went to Yarda’s place and waited for their minibus to arrive. A sad farewell to my best friend Ondra and somehow 7 people and all our gear stuffed into the minibus drove away into the night. The first stop of course was Tesco. Lots of Czech beer and some last hermelin for me, and away we went again.
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