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... as well. It was in this restaurant that I discovered that I now like black olives. There was a deli counter in the restaurant and Kirsty and Eli had ordered themselves some olives. I tried one and to my surprise they had stopped being something horrendous that plagues my salads and pizzas but were actually quite tasty. As my mum said I must be a grown up now! After this amazing revelation we headed back to the hostel. We were up early the next morning to go to go to the ...
... to shoulder with Bear Grills in the British SAS before transferring to the French Foreign Legion where he was mentored by the famous French soldier, Grilled Frommage, who was recognised for his bravery during the beach battle of Phaic Tan, where many of his platoon where severely burnt.
Armed with a few essential supplies Battery Boy and Rialto set off to explore the jungle. They immediately found the ...
... recovering from something so brutal and terrifying still fresh in their minds,
full to the brim with grief, sadness and anger.. So he moved to Battambang and
got an education and started studying in economics, even started a degree, and
then he came to the islands to visit friends. He fell in love with the place.
He started to grow Marijuana. He grew 2kgs in the summer between university and
when it came time to go back to study he realised he didn’t have time ...
... in this swampy sludge, in fact it almost certainly was but I just did my best to keep moving. Hayley was going super slowly behind me and I stayed with her to hold her hand through the really deep bits.It was actually funny that somewhere in the muck you could feel thick wooden sticks that were meant to be stepping stones or mark out a path at one point. All they did now is hurt like **** when you stand on them and trip you up when you try to lift your feet. Once again we ...
We sat in a circle and sampled Lao's water bottle of rice whiskey (which I excused myself from, and which was, according to an emphatic Nathan (in italian), "non e buono: male male male").
We slept cocoooned in camo-and-mesh zip-up hammocks, swinging from a framework of flimsy-looking sticks supporting a tin roof. The sound of water and cicadas easily lulled me to sleep.
The next morning we allowed ourselves to be dragged away ...