Category: HOTELS AND TRAVEL.

All the journeying and dwelling of a trip.

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DAY SEVEN. SECOND TUESDAY.

My evening as usual was restless and miserable and knowing my second test is due tomorrow made me panic. What if they had red flagged me and gave me a false positive? It had happened in Tulum when I was completely well and healthy so why not here? I had a big activist target on my back and now fully understand the lies that flow freely in this vile new world order. I paced the room a caged animal. Nighttime is always bad and my Sleepeeze hasn’t turned up and my Diazepam barely hits the sides now.

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DAY SIX. MONDAY.

So a lovely medic called Camillo just had a long chat and was completely in agreement with me. I care not if people are spies now you have to branch out and speak to the one person who isn’t Indian security. He bad mouthed the whole system too so if you grass me up Camillo my darling I shall return the favour. You see how nasty and suspicious this whole global hoax has made people? This splitting of a society with lies and fear propaganda has nearly done it’s job. I say nearly, as more of the sleepers are finally awakening. The ones deeply entrenched with this evil plan are usually the ones gaping at TV and reading bullshit mass media. The softly endearing term ‘auntie’ for the BBC hides a highly organised criminal cabal in its lace petticoats.

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DAY TWO. THURSDAY.

HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW. (TO SEE DAY 1)

PCR TEST AND THE WORSE DAY OF ALL.

I simply woke and brushed my teeth without toothpaste and drank a scalding cup of tea then scrubbed my cheeks and my horrifically yellow furry tongue, then swilled my mouth and spat the ghastly build up of gunk from my tablets the night before. And before I knew it, a knock on the door and the test had arrived.