The Sausage Diaries

I’m in a hammock. In the San blas islands, just off the coast of panama. There is no wifi and no signal. It’s beautiful and really peaceful.… Read more “Mr Dealer – who do you think you are?”

It’s been a few weeks since I wrote anything, I’ve been terrible I know. I think I’ve forgotten how to write. My last blog post was leaving… Read more “Guat-a-man in me”

My mr stocky is yet again an American Man. This time Washington DC. Seems to be a lot of Americans in Central America. Not that I’m complaining.… Read more “No Pork, No Fun!”

After four really amazing days, my Texan has to return home. And I had more of México to conquer. Two flights, seven hours later, I arrived in… Read more “Playa del Cum-on my tits?”

Nigel never arrived with the plunger. We drink rum and coke and go out to dinner on the sea front. He pulls out a giant splif and… Read more “Ride, Sally, Ride”

Day of the Dick – sorry – Freudian slip, Day of the Dead has to be one of the most incredible festivals to go to in the… Read more “Day of the Dick. Part 1.”

Yes. I am alive. I know it’s been a hot minute since a wrote a blog post. A lot has happened in the last year and a… Read more “Bloom is back!”

Hello everyone. I’m writing this on a plane to Los Angeles, in the dark, as most people around me are sleeping. Some hideous man is repeatedly sneezing… Read more “Jesus take the wheel and seven rounds a charm.”

After Hong Kong, Japan was going to be a hard act to follow I have to admit. Not least of all because I had wild nights out… Read more “Konnichiwa Japan. Meow Meow. Hello American tour leader.”

Malaysia.  Reunited with my girl Canada at KL airport, after a cheeky Nando’s, (yes they have Nando’s) we boarded a flight to Langawki, which is a small… Read more “Toe licking, bunkbed fun times down at ol’ Hung Cock”