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Murdering a Gypsy
A little part of myself died earlier today. And not just the skin cells I lost in the shower. No, it goes way deeper than that! As I tidied the garage this morning (or mostly Read more…
A little part of myself died earlier today. And not just the skin cells I lost in the shower. No, it goes way deeper than that! As I tidied the garage this morning (or mostly Read more…
I’m not sure how I’ve survived 2012: I’ve fallen 869 times, crashed 3 motorbikes, blown 17 bicycle tyres, licked any and everything, hitched 2687 km, cycled 2953 km, motorbiked 3214 km, sailed some 13 060.8 Read more…
[continued from http://barefootedgypsy.blogspot.com/2012/11/into-abyss-but-blip-in-ocean.html] Week 3 and still we hadn’t caught up to the drowning sun. The heavens still had balls of fire to fling about. The ocean still held suicidal fish to die upon our Read more…
No child ever dreams of growing up to be a gypsy… In fact, personally I wanted to be a pirate… or a mermaid… or a, hmmmm, I forget … PLANS CHANGE! In fact, by the Read more…
So, I’ve been pretending to be a cyclist for a whole week now and I have much advice for all aspiring future long-distancesers. And while I know you think I might not be the best Read more…
This week I planted 21 300 trees. Which is quite a lot really. More than the average [wo]man plants in their life I assume. I may be wrong. I applied for only one job last Read more…
“I’ll move to whichever country wins the world cup” That was June and even I thought I was joking. But with a one-way ticket in my hand I’m beginning to believe it. Being an indecisive Read more…