Beach Busking & BBQ with Bob (Again) – Kuantan, Malaysia
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
There’s a lot more to Goa than beach resorts and cheap restaurants. I keep meeting people here who are creative and thinking outside the box. Hippies, filmmakers, slam poets, musicians, artists, expat’s – Goa definitely has diversity. And really cool street dogs…
“They were saying; ‘don’t take photos, because the kids will throw petrol bombs at you and they may go in our shops’. No shit. That’s what they said…”
Luckily for me I’ve teamed up with a hitchhiking super star for my journey from Belgrade to Sofia. Also, I met a very cute stray doggie..!
I’ve only been in Serbia two hours and I’ve been threatened with arrest for having a conversation. I know I have a talent for getting myself into trouble but this is ridiculous…
“A man is arrested and taken to the police station. They tie him to a chair and blindfold him. Then the sargent gets a jug and begins to pour water into the man’s shoes…”
On the road, south of Prague.
I get my first ever fine from the cops for hitchhiking, and I try a local eatable…
“Bogota has very colourful street life, as you can see. Unfortunately there are also many homeless people on the streets in the city. During the tour, homeless people may come and stand near our group. Don’t worry. They are just curious because we speak English. They will not do anything bad…”
Old mate from the council comes over, with a security guard in tow, and tells us:
“You can’t busk here unless you have a license”
We look at him like he has just landed from another planet.
“Of course we can” I tell him. “It’s our birth right as humans to play music wherever and whenever we want…”
…’Madaram sudaram, madaram sudaram, mumbo jumbo, blaggedy bla!’ The bastard’s putting a curse on me! I give the guy his ticket, and say, ‘have a happy Confest’, and as he drives away he’s like: ‘hope you sleep well tonight mate! Sweet dreams buddy!’… Confest 2014. Thursday morning. I’m selling tickets on the front gate. Bloke…
…I am woken by crunching gravel. I blink into the blinding beam of a powerful flashlight. Oh, sorry mate. Didn’t realise you were sleeping in there, says a nervous young voice. The flashlight beam moves off my face, and I see an embarrassed looking young cop, with his hand still hovering over his gun holster……
…The driver still has the joint in his hand! He is holding it just below the edge of the window, so the cop can’t see it, but the smoke is curling up around his face, and the cab stinks like bong water in carpet. ‘I am going to prison’ I think to myself… …