Life stripped bare... on the road in South America
Sex, women, relationships, love… did I mention sex & women?
I’m really not sure if it’s the city or me. Three days in Cordoba and I’m out of here, not quite the week I had planned and paid rent in advance for. The city itself is pleasant enough though boasting few apparent attractions. The main square (which I’m sitting in now) is an open, paved… [more]
Probably not surprising that the question I’m being asked most by my (male) friends back home is: So how are the Argentinian women? The simple answer would be: Stunning. The more complex answer would be: Stunning, but… Yes, they are gorgeous. I spend any day walking around town just agog at the talent walking by.… [more]
The worst time for dwelling on things is when I’m trying to get to sleep at night. I try to relax, to relax the mind and body as best I can and hopefully drift off to sleep. Fat chance of that most nights. Instead my mind seems to – excuse the bad pun – have… [more]
Schoolboy error tonight. Standing in a hostel bar, surrounded by revellers from all nations, dancing to some tasty live tunes from a Brazilian band, and I decide to look up my ex’s Facebook page on my iPhone. And her new profile photo shows her looking as lovely as ever… arm in arm with her new… [more]
Was having a chat to a mate over a beer or ten a month or so before I was leaving, and while I haven’t been much for sharing some of the issues I’ve been going through over the past year or so since my break up I did mention that I was viewing this trip… [more]
It’s all about reading the signals. Playing with her hair. Legs crossed towards you. All signs of someone who’s interested in you. Or is it? Perhaps she’s just naturally friendly, naturally open and wanting to share some good conversation? These are the challenges we guys face every time we meet a woman that takes our… [more]
“Have you forgiven yourself?” I didn’t have to think too hard to answer that one. “No, I haven’t.” She looked at me. “You know that you need to?” “Yes, yes I do.” A dingy L.A. karaoke bar at the start of my year long trip to South America was the last place I had been… [more]
I know I’m running away. “You’re running away”, a friend of mine emailed. I know. “But I guess you need to do what makes you happy” he also added. And that’s the crux of the matter. I’ve spent the last 16 months failing to move on and constantly depressed. Tried going out with friends. Tried… [more]