Drunken Posting

So free camping on the side of the highway is the way to go over here, except for the fact that trucks are noisey things- so in order to get any sleep I have had to turn to the bottle, fairly heavily the last couple of days.

One of my favorite things to do when drinking is write stream of conciousness blog posts, so what follow's is what I came up with last night (completly unedited).

Enjoy:


We/I don't have tickets to the Ireland France game yet- we're are they?

love to share my thoughts when I get a little boozey, that 4 dollar Ouzo gets straight to the heart of the problem. I have so much to say, and thanks to the glory of Sergey Brin (and the other guy) I can rant all I want and be immortalised for ever.

I read once about a study where they showed that people rated beautiful peoples faces better, they're all about symetry. Denzel fucking Washington's Eye's Nose, Ears and chin all line up in a supposed romance to traditional beuaty, cepting of course for the fact that he is a negro... One of my eyes opens wider then the other, my smile is also lopsided and now that I am sporting my best Mulga Bill beard and hair it appears as if my beard is also lopsided, but on the opposite side of all the rest. Fuck Denzel Washington, I am georgous.

Life out here on the road is not for the faint of heart. My map has these crazy pictures that look like little coloumns, representing ancient archealogical area's of Greece. this is how I am deciding the agenda for this freak out. For instance today I went to the ancient city of Eritrea- a surprisingly good scene. Eritrea is a small town on the island of Evoia, which connects to mainland Greece on a bridge near Chalkida. 3000 years ago Eritrea was a happening hub, a natural port that allowed the locals to extend their reach far beyong the natural borders of their small Island. About 2,200 years ago a bunch of pesky Romans sacked and burned the fuck out of the locals so that their ancient city was lost for millenia.

Today the small town is similliar to trawling villages the world over. My first reaction was a strange nostaglia for the good old days of family trips to Yamba, the difference of course is that their is 3000 years of history poking its head into the day to day running of the town. I parked the Messy Days by the ancient Baths, then walked all the way through town to the Museum and the ruins of the old 'Western District' of town. Overall it was an extremely good piece of touristing, an amazing window into life a couple of thousand years ago bundeled into a resort town on the side of a picturesque fishing village- an out of the box box that didn't need ticking, but still got ticked none the less.

This is an example of things going right on the road. My aim for after Eritrea was to jet a little up the coast, find a beach, then settle for the night in a small town south of Lamia. Unfortunatly, when I arrived in said small town their was nothing open, mid afternoon on a weekend, and nothing (no market, no snack food places) was open- I was fucked, the plan for the day was shot.

So I headed North, when there are no solid plans the only thing to do is to borrow from the next days plans in order to come up with something to do. Northward I headed till I reached Thermopalyae- the scene of the ancient battle which was the target of tomorrow's touristing. Surprisingly Thermopalyae turned out to be an absolute bust, just a monument on the side of the national highway, with a statue to the Spartan king and an information point that told the story of 30, 000 odd Greeks who kicked the arse out of a million odd Persians for a couple of days sometime around the year 400 BC. Pretty mipressive when you think about it like that.

Anways,

fuck. Another god dam shepard is out the window, the other day one shut down the entire highway to get her sheeps across the god dam road- I wasn't happy. This monkey is out there till 9:15 on a Saturday watching over his flock, probably wondering how theose 2 (out of a 100) got to be black. Fucking Mendlestone (mendlestone? or some other Dav Rossi Jew name- the guy with the different coloured flowers... anyways) That's as complicated as life gets for the shepared. Look out for Foxes Mo Fo. Here I am trying to segue my "Expertise" on generational change in the workforce into a retention gig with Main Roads QLD and this monkey gets to spend his days watching a heard of fucking future lamb cutlets live their lives. Remind me again why I can't wind out my time on this earth sitting in a 6 wheeled trailer on thehighways of Eastern Europe?

Fuck Commerce!

That Billy Walsh knew what he was talking about - Are you kidding? I am Queens Boulevard!

Right- tough life on the road, without Mythos beer and a sense of adventure I don't think your average day tripper could survive. Some whores just stole Sander's Vet by hitting on him- what a character, if I could replace Kloss Diggity and old Dav Rossi with Sander's and Drama as bestest good touristing friends this trip would be off tap, baby. The problem with Greece (well one of the problems) is that they can't comprehend the concept of a 7-11, I have wailed previously on this blog as to the inadequicies of Greecean service stations, but I don't know if I really got my point across- let me try and clear it up- tonight was the second time in my life when I have had to have Chocolate Chip Cookies for dinner, the previous time was a few nights ago.

I know it sounds like a wild trip, being so far gone on the road, so deep into it, that all I can find time to eat for dinner is cookies- but seriously, the only reason I am in this funk is that its near impossible to find a grocery store in this backwards country- give me a nice reliable Champion any day of the weak. Anways, we're nearing the end of this rant. We're about 7 lots of 24 hours plus a couple away from the Istanbul Grand Prix and (the at least mental) turn towards home, or Paris as home may be next month. Fuck that, home is where the heart is as they say.

My four regular readers will know what I am talking about... Four- the three who know who they are will go wild trying to work out who the fourth is... where are we? Right- the run home. With only a week left i need to fit in as much gonzo touristing as can be handled, I also need to find sometime to finish reading a couple of books that require my upmost attention- I won't have the time come the worlds cup- it will be too wild.

P.S- I found out today that all the world cup matches are day games- which is a result as it means there will be a lot of time sitting around the bus reconstructing games on the Pastisis.

P.P.S- I have re started an old blog for the important worlds cup analysis- I don't want this descending into a useless sports blog- I will get the link here soon.