Taking a Dip in the Devil’s Pool

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“I’m going to murder you in your sleep,” growled Rhonda.  Normally, my travelling sidekick is a rather nice girl. Kind even. Apparently I had crossed a line. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun! What could possibly go wrong?”  She peered over the edge of the 100m high cliff, the bottom of the gorge shrouded in a mist of spray, and … Read More

The Trouble With Ignoring Your Travel Doc

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  Warning: this post is disgusting, likely falls under the ‘too much information’ heading, and diminishes any hope of me ever dating again. Not that I’d want to… boys have cooties. Read at your own risk.   The choice was clear  –  I would have to cut off my own foot.  I no longer had any desire to keep it, … Read More