I distinctly remember the internet café in Girona where I made the decision to visit Austin, Texas and live in a trailer park for a giggle. I had been fasting – something that allegedly helps clarify the mind for big decisions. However I can’t find any evidence of the decision on my blog. The nearest […]
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“Merry Christmas” I chimed automatically as I handed over the sealed plastic bag. “And to you” the receptionist at the GP’s office replied. I felt it necessary to clarify. “I mean, not just because I’m handing over the er… …package,” She smiled, I blushed and turned, walked away. I can’t think of a time when
23 years ago, I left Togo delighted to see the back of it. Half a lifetime ago. That time, I sold my XT and flew to Moscow on Aeroflot. I was sad to see my XT go – Yamaha’s single-cylinder, continent-wrecking beast which had taken me some 4,000 miles overland from Leicestershire and across the
