I was actually reminiscing about my previous blogs while standing in line at yet another roadside café. The monotonous bore of long distance bus rides makes it easy to reflect and think, like in the shower or just before you fall asleep. I chatted idly with my new crew of tripees we've joined on a tour from Athens to Split (Croatia), easily engaging in conversation as if old friends. While my talking companion stumbled on his words "been travelling for 3 weeks...

The path twists and snakes its mountain route, a serpent slithering its body with no duress for a straight line. Light from the morning sun sheens off the asphalt, now so worn its barely tractable. Pine trees and twisted guardrail salute to our descent deep into the centre of Eastern Europe. The sense of isolation overwhelms my thoughts and the skin around my neck and hair tingles. Soviet era trucks and jeeps fly blindly past our solemn tour bus, a drastic jolt a...

The smoke twisted and spiralled around my fingers and mouth as if possessed by some unworldly creature unable to form the same pattern again. Heat deep inside my chest encourages my body to cough the foreign matter away but soon enough by conscious will ask for more. Triggered synapses inside my head dulled like smoke on a bee, slow my sense of reality. Over sensitivity causes my eyes to become twitchy, as every movement gets carefully anal...

I have to say I’m getting pretty sick and tired of churches, not that I disagree, more the fact I’ve seen a ridiculous amount of them. It’s the same with museums, government buildings, fountains and monuments. There just frickin everywhere! Eventually you get over it. The beer. . . . Not yet! So we’re currently travelling through a region I like to describe as the Alps: Austria, Germany and bordering Switzerland. Absolutely breathtaking, clean, friendly...

Mess with the bull and you’ll get the horns! That used to be a catch cry I once had graffitied to the bottom of my skateboard, which as of now has a much more literal meaning. Running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Maybe the only reason there isn’t a limit on the amount of people allowed to run is because you can actually DIE! Like proper dead, gored by ¾ ton bulls or trampled and suffocated by hordes of panicking thrill seekers. Sounds like fun yeah…....