What better way to spend a Friday night than to watch sweaty men in leotards throw themselves at each other and slapping one an other in the face. Yes guys, welcome to Lucha Libre, a toned down and far funnier WWE style of wrestling which is known all over Mexico and famous the World over for the iconic masks that are worn, also popularised in … Continue reading Friday Night With Sweaty Men, Lucha Libre Wrestling!
The idea of travelling the World, meeting people of different nationalities, varying cultures and backgrounds that, as the middle class Englishman that I am, you could never imagine sounded attractive and enthralling and something I’d dreamed of since a child. As the years passed I always knew that in order to go after this dream there would be sacrifices to be made. Sacrifices which I may have not known … Continue reading The Human Cost of Freedom
As you may have read in my post about my ill-fated trip to Mexico in June which ended in my returning back to the UK to spend some time with my family after my Mum was diagnosed with Cancer. Well following the commencement of her treatment I had a decision to make, to stay in the UK, get a job, find somewhere to live and … Continue reading Return to Mexico With a Police Welcome
Part 2 of my doomed journey to Mexico City and receiving some of the worst news imaginable… I spoke to my family about options of getting home as quickly as possible and was gladly prepared to pay through the nose in order to get back. I should add that I am far from ‘flush’ but would have given every penny I had to get home, … Continue reading Journey of a Lifetime And My World Falls Apart Pt.2
On the 23rd of June I made the biggest leap of my life and decided to move to Mexico City, the plan was to live there for around 6 months, work online, meet new people and grab life by the balls. I am currently studying French and Spanish at the Open University and the idea of speaking in Spanish on a daily basis proved too … Continue reading Journey of a Lifetime and My World Falls Apart Pt.1
I’m sitting in Rio airport awaiting my flight home, reflecting on everything I’ve experienced over the past few weeks. Continue reading “No Better Travel Accessory Than A Friend”
For me and possibly many of you the word Favela conjures up images of drug wars, poverty and destitution, and before I came to Brazil I envisaged the same.
My heart was in my mouth when I watched the Belgium v USA game move into extra time on Tuesday, it would appear that Tim Howard was determined to prevent me from seeing a far more interesting QF than
Brasilia was so spread out, it has no ‘bar street’ no Soho, no Bigg market, no area of mayhem and as we were leaving the stadium after the France v Nigeria game we wanted somewhere to go to continue the party. Continue reading “Quick Stories, The Perfect Couple”