My Odysseun saga has taken me all round the Yucatan peninsula and further, on various road trips. In these times of adversity I think I can safely quote Sinatra and say ‘I did it my way’
Category: JOURNALS OF TRAVEL
Truthful quotes from my journals Accounts from my handwritten diaries en route.
BROKEN OLD BIRD STILL STRANDED IN MEXICO. A RETROSPECT.
OR, HOW I STILL HAVEN’T GOT BACK TO THE UK. FROM THE JOURNAL. This retrospect is another example of how I was faring. How I was too mentally unstable to ever have had to be […]
DAY ELEVEN, SATURDAY RELEASE. PART TWO.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW OR GETTING HOME AND READJUSTING TO LIFE ON THE OUTSIDE. (CONTINUED FROM ‘DAY ELEVEN, SATURDAY RELEASE’) Crazy though it may seem, readjusting was tougher […]
DAY ELEVEN, SATURDAY RELEASE
The extraordinarily rude Indian woman driving the bus insulted each one of us four who decided six quid was a bargain to get the hell out of there.
DAY TEN. SECOND FRIDAY.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW. (SEE DAY NINE HERE)
IN QUARANTINE HOTEL HELL A NEW CRUSHING BLOW, BRUTUS MY SONS BULLDOG BEEN TAKEN INTO HOSPITAL
Alert: Anyone wanting to chip in for the vet bills can do so at the go fund me address here, there’s a typo on the flyer https//gofund.me/66de2025
All other news from today has been made irrelevant as I just received a call from my son that Brutus our British Bulldog has been taken into hospital with severe breathing problems. This news is the final straw. This is new torture whilst I’m still not allowed to leave here until one minute past midnight. A day when I felt relatively happy has now developed into a terrible crying jag. I simply feel that the ground I walk on will never be safe again for this is literally the final straw. This wonderful kind magnificent boy is now in peril and only just turned six years of age, young even bulldog standards.
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DAY NINE, SECOND THURSDAY.
‘That’s fine’ I purred ‘I don’t want to cast the hotel in a negative light in these tricky times but I will be writing about it, so I really need to cast a fair light on the hotel which I could see had been commandeered by agents of the government’ Silence.
DAY EIGHT. SECOND WEDNESDAY.
I was still terribly confused, still thinking I had to get a flight to London even though I could see I was already there in the terrible no mans land that is Hotel California.
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.
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.
DAY FIVE. SUNDAY.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW (SEE DAY 4) THE PHOTO IS FROM A TRIP TO COLOMBIA IN HAPPIER DAYS. OR MY FIRST HAIRWASH, NO MORE SAND IN MY HAIR. […]
