…The job seemed extraordinarily simple. All I had to do was slide down a ladder, high-five two other ‘sailors’, stick my paw in a bucket of chicken, take a big bite, grin like an idiot and whoop with joy. In reality though, whooping and chewing chicken at the same time is more difficult than it…
…So where you headed then, mate? I ask him, hoping it’s somewhere really close. He jabs the point of the scissors close to my face, his arm shaking, the point of the scissors bobbing an inch from my left ear. Mind your own fucking business, he snarls, his voice shaking with rage. I keep…
…There was a woman on my mind. Of course there was. She’d given me an ultimatum; give me what I want, or leave me alone. I loved her. I wanted to make her love me too, but I seemed to be unable to reach her. I sat on the muddy ground under the lush forest…
A bunch of photos from the dusty 6000 km I have just hitchhiked across southern Australia. Damn, that was fun. Think I`ll go again. ;) (Top: the proprietor of this roadhouse, west of Broken Hill, has a really Aussie sense of humour. (High speed encounters with Aussie wildlife can be hazardous to your health.) …
…It sounds like your car is having many problems, says Horst. Yeah, I love her but she’s a fuckin’ piece of shit, says the driver, and cracks open another beer on the dashboard. Couldn’t get her through rego’ last time. So if you see any coppers, fuckin’ let me know. Bastards busted me driving without…
Spotted in Bundeena: this cow’s horn grew right into it’s own face, like an ingrown toenail, and pierced it’s skull. No autopsy required for this one. View Larger Map
…Look, he says, pointing at the cover, ‘Princess Diana visits Africa’. He presses the magazine into my hand and dives back into the trunk. A golf ball! he exclaims excitedly, and gives it to me. Do you play golf my dear boy? he asks… Trying to hitch out of Malaga, Spain. The morning is cold…
“…I have four dogs altogether”, Catherine tells me. “My oldest is a rescue dog. I found him in the garbage bin outside my apartment…” Catherine picks us up from a servo, just west of the Spanish border, and offers to drive us to Portimao. “There’s just one catch though guys”, she apologises, “one of you…
Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus and the three wise milkshakes… The waitresses at this Cordoba cafe may have too much time on their hands… ;-) Happy holidays humans! >> More WTF… >> Raw Safari on Twitter.
In the desert, any bar is a good bar, but you don’t get to choose your drinking companions… I step into the shade of the “La Boussole” bar and collapse gratefully onto a couch beside the dining table. Outside, in M’hamid, the temperature is living up to the Sahara’s reputation. (Above: watering holes…
Say no more… my feelings on Tangerine restaurants exactly. >> More about Morocco.
evidently the Spanish like burgers…