Truthful quotes from my journals Accounts from my handwritten diaries en route.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW. (TO SEE DAY 1)
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.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW (see day 0) THE DREADFUL REALIZATION THAT NO MEDICAL AND COMPASSIONATE EXEMPTION WOULD COME. I woke then slept again. The heavy delicious sleep which […]
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW OR ARRIVING IN THE UK TO BE HERDED TO BUSES BY GUARDS TO ‘CHECK IN’ AT DYSTOPIAN PRISON CAMP. Nobody had any idea of […]
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW OR THE QUARANTINE ‘HOTELS’ ARE NO BETTER THAN HIGH SECURITY PRISONS. This will all be released when I am so the full account of […]
Wrinkled old bat makes comeback! OVER AND OUT BABY!
Nearly out of prison! Get ready for full expose of the ‘QUARANTINE HOTELS’
I’ll add more later but I want to get out while I still can and the dark thoughts enter my head again. Love you all.
What they don’t tell you is that it’s miles from the highway. So daring Dan here negotiated for a ride there after buying an ice cold bottle of water and got myself a motorbike ride.
There’s no doubt I am a beach bum and a slob. I neglect my normal toilet regime, smoke and drink like an old lush journalist and let the dog lick my face after eating.
Been very unsure what to do next. Return to UK where my new house is finally ready, or go to Oaxaca or Veracruz. Both are far and really need to been part flight from either Merida or Chetumal. So I went for the second time yesterday to the french patisserie to work. It was a stroke of luck. Not only is Giles, who works there a like minded (we had a long political chat), but he came up with a site for me to visit that I’d never heard of, Ek Balam. The site of the pyramid of the angels. Thank god, a decent bit of nearby archaeology.
Old Bird Travels Solo! 