Oh, journey to Mallorca, shall we count the ways in which you can fuck right off? Trespassers on the line meant trains were severely delayed or just outright cancelled. Last time this happened we were trying to get from Brighton to London to see a comedy show and all trains just terminated at Gatwick. We [...]
That £77.99 we spent to stay in the Travelodge was probably the best £77.99 we've ever spent. We both slept so well and we didn't have to subsequently drive for over an hour to the trailhead. In fact we decided not to drive to the end and catch a train to the start like we [...]
Well today very nearly didn't happen and not even because of Tarrant's various injuries. She's actually been seeing a private physio recently because as lovely as the NHS guy was, and as grateful as she was to be seen by someone this side of the apocalypse, all he did was tell her she probably had [...]
Well today was remarkably more enjoyable than the last two days. For me anyway, Tarrant's general ankle issues were having a right old party today and her right shin decided to join in because apparently it didn't think she was in enough pain. She's been using new ankle straps, she's wondering if they're causing what [...]
Today was going to be our longest day of the lot if Komoot, the app I'd let plan these five days, was to be believed so we decided straight away that if there was a shortcut to be taken then we would absolutely take it because fuck walking over twenty miles in one go quite [...]
I won't lie, I was looking forward to this section, the bit between Prestatyn and Edale, the absolute least. Even before my mental health went to shit back in 2022 and I pretty much hated fucking everything and spent my days on the Offa's Dyke Path Googling ways to not be on that bastard path [...]
People flock to Chichicastenango (mercifully shortened to Chichi) on Tuesdays and Sundays for the huge market that sprawls across the small town. That's the only reason tourists come here really, so much so that the tourist shuttles only run on market days, dropping you off in the morning and taking you back to the lake [...]
We decided to take a tourist shuttle from Antigua directly to San Pedro on account of the fact public transport would required four buses and a boat and quite frankly fuck getting on and subsequently off five different transports whilst the muscles in my legs consisted entirely of pain and regret. Plus I couldn't be [...]
I don't know why I thought Antigua would be hotter than the devil's arsehole, perhaps because I was psychologically scarred from the oppressive heat of Flores and my internal organs were still soup, but it's actually an utterly glorious climate. Hot in the daytime, chilly in the evenings, couldn't plan it better if we'd sacrificed [...]
I'm surprised more people aren't walking around Antigua like they've shat themselves quite frankly, given that climbing up Volcán Acatenango is a very popular activity. We got back this morning and I'm pretty sure the jelly my legs have been reduced to will be replaced with six different kinds of pain tomorrow. Who's bloody idea [...]
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