OR Guardian Vultures at Comalcalco? A tricky journey to Oaxaca. Eccentric Hotels to die for.
I could imagine myself slumping around on a bejewelled divan groaning at the heat, and dipping my hand in to splash water on my face while inhaling sweet perfume from beautiful flowers I’m sure I had some fabulous palace in an earlier incarnation.
Alert: Rest stops are vital if you start to get run down. If you’re not quite as enthusiastic it’s either fatigue or burnout.
Top Tip: Research Airport hotels very carefully. I have made catastrophic mistakes in the past
TOP TIP: My habit of always putting “old town or historic centre” had bitten me in the arse a few times. This terminology, “Historic centre”, includes and means a place where you will be raped and murdered in an alley and have everything stolen off your still warm corpse, but it also has a lovely church.
OR. I’LL SAVE MY VITRIOL, CONSPIRACY THEORIES AND HISSY FITS TIL LATER WHEN IT’S ALL NORMAL AGAIN.
ALERT: This is a very late post but because of being on the road due to having a new kitchen fitted and my house being unfit to live in. I stayed in Richmond first hence going to Hampton Court the following day all was closed in the vicinity so no Ham House etc. Then the hotels all closed so I was kicked out of Z Hotel and finally returned home to chaos and builders dust and god knows what other filth. So from the lockdown I have been piecing my house back together and unpacking and sterilising all my shit and giving it all new order. In other words I’ve been too fucking busy and freaked out to write. Each surface I clean and old things that turn up make me feel, much like the lock in this will pass organically and all will be well. Semi normality has returned so now this old bird will sing again.