OR, HISTORY REWRITTEN. Below are six new documentaries that I’ve found which are adding nails into the coffin of how old civilization actually is, and from whence we actually did come. They come from very […]
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Category: MEXICO
DEMO IN LONDON, JANUARY 22, 2022. NO MANDATES FOR THE NHS STAFF
OR, NURSES UNIFORMS THROWN OVER THE BARRIERS AT NUMBER 10.
Alert: Already things have changed today so it would seem there is now a stay of execution and also a capitulation on other fronts. Be strong old birds, hold the line. (videos to follow)
Alert: The corruption of the British Government is now visible, with their lies and duplicity coming out for all to see, they truly have sold themselves out completely to the Global elite. You might ask why on a travel blog for older women am I writing and concerned about this? I’ll tell you why.
About five years ago I started to have a gut feeling that I must travel the world quickly. It was a terrible feeling, which I put down to getting older and panicking that I would not be healthy enough, or strong enough to tackle solo travel to the places I felt were of importance. It was very persistent and not to be ignored hence the last five years of condensed travel across all the main continents. I was like a tornado of mad old bird force, a maelstrom of pure energy!
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OLD BIRDS FRESH PEEK AT 2022 AND MEMORIES OF THE TRANS SIBERIAN EXPRESS.
OR RIBS ARE NEARLY BETTER AND PREPARING SOME ART WHILE DETOXING.
Alert: Links are where the words are underlined in yellow, just click and you’ll get there!
Tough times last year trying to get out of the UK then trying to get back in, (why I came back I’ll never know, what was the matter with me?) and under terrible vicious conditions manufactured by Doris in his eternal house of horrors. Then after leaving Mexico last year being incarcerated in a ‘Quarantine Hotel’ and nearly having a nervous breakdown. Then our beloved dog Brutus got sick (while I was still imprisoned) and later died despite all our valiant efforts. Amongst the demonstrations against tyranny and usual trials and tribulations about resettling in the UK, (I always get ants in my pants after just a couple of months even in normal times) and general stress (bailiffs and all sorts of shite for nothing) and being homesick for Mexico, it seemed that I was in a dark place. So I started to look at property in Bulgaria to live a simple life off-grid growing my own veg and mushroom hunting while creating a studio to carve sculpture when another disaster befell me, in that suddenly Bulgaria became fascist too. This harsh body blow was followed by my having actual body blows when I dislocated my knee then a couple of weeks later cracked and broke ribs in a series of ludicrous strokes of bad luck. A lot of pain from both and as usual I didn’t do anything except home treatment and physio.
SLIDE SHOW OF OUR LOVELY BRUTUS R.I.P. AND THE ESCAPE IN MEXICO LAST YEAR.
Yeah, bummer finale to 21. A shit sandwich of vast proportions.
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TIKAL AND YAXHA.
I had to go directly towards the sound of those clearly very dangerous creatures who were furious I had invaded their territory and would surely rip me limb from limb. They were clearly the souls of the ancestors and indeed were furious at another European invasion.
Old Bird Travels Solo! 