Because of you…...

I guess this is my Oscar speech. I sit here in my old bedroom from my teenage days, no more Claudia Schiffer or Cindy Crawford posters on the wall, no Spectrum computer and no green shag carpet. I have over 3000 slides to sift through and plan the next part of this adventure which is to get this exhibition up and running before the end of the year. This is most likely the final 2007/8 travel blog so I would like to thank everyone who has taken the effort to read/decipher my dribble. I know the grammar isn’t up to much and spelling is less to be desired but it...

The Last Call...

My layover in Houston was two hours before I had to get my connecting flight to New York. One and a half hour and I still hadn’t cleared immigration. The queue was immense and it took forever as I was stuck behind a Mexican girl who was getting a grilling by the immigration officer, the poor girl didn’t speak very good English and she was ‘escorted’ away by boarder control. When it was finally my turn to go up he only asked me one question……. am I carrying more than 10000 dollars in cash on me? Now, if you saw the state of me that day...

Please Sir, can I have some more?...

A 6 hour bus ride turned in to 9 as we caught the second class bus to Oaxaca City. The road to Oaxaca wine its way back up the mountain with a stunning view and in some places quite frightening road where by it would be a sheer drop down the canyon without any barriers on the side of the road. We get to our hostel at 10pm and they are fully booked up for the night. Arse, so the hostel suggested another hostel around the corner. Helen and I were both to tired to look for something else so we ended up there. I will say it was possibly the worse hostel I have stayed at. It...

Guerillas in the Mist...

Helen from New Zealand would be my last travelling companion on my trip. I met her on Caye Caulker in Belize and I had a feeling we would get on from the moment she said she had a hatred for Bono, Coldplay and People who wear Che Gervra merchandise. The 22 year year old was working her way up to LA where she would catch a flight to Ireland where she would be spending the next year working in Dublin before heading off again on her travels. Helen always managed to put a smile on my face and had the ability to make long bus journeys and we seemed to bounce off each other in...