Panama City in its dramatic confusion manages to juggle lots of things at the same time. You could divide the city into 3 main parts for a tourist and you’d get a slight inkling as to what happens here. The three parts, as I seen it are: 1. Canal de Panama…
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As the Spanish title suggests, being deserted in a wilderness of only salt brings out the madness in you. And for our group, this meant “fotos locos” or crazy photos. Everyone that goes to Salar de Uyuni these days takes silly photos. Here’s a few – not all from my camera – some from…
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Casco Antiguo (Panama’s Old Town) hits you like a hot, sweaty kickabout down the park. It’s not in an easy or obvious location either. But it had to be seen. My first glimpse of The Old Town was from the edge of the New Town! The Old Town sticks out like a mini peninsula, with…
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Manic Street Preachers first came into my ears about 20 years ago, in 1992 when on a chance radio listen, I was enthused by their hit single “Suicide Is Painless” (Theme From M.A.S.H.). At the time I didn’t realise it was a cover version, nor knew anything about this band. As the 90s progressed I…
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The end had come at Edgar Street and we headed away from the stadium and back to our cars. There was no “Hurrah, a final match victory for Ulster Cherry”. There was no “post match pint for old time’s sake”. There was no “golden dream”. Whatever dreams I had when arriving in Bournemouth in 2003…
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I was on a money saver. Only the way I do. I’d gladly spend a few quid on dinner and beers yet neglect a bed for a night’s sleep. So that’s what my last night in Quito was all about. I’d been to the New Town that day with Norbert, the German guy I met…
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In essence I’ve been to Buenos Aires three times. But in reality I only stayed there once (for 3 days). I passed through its monstrosity on two other occasions (once I spent a full night in the airport, another time I walked from the harbour to my connecting bus, having sailed in from Colonia in…
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I was being all touristy and obvious this time as I arrived in the tropical rainstorm and gorgeous climate of Iguazu. The town itself, known as Puerto Iguazu is nestled nicely on the triple border between Argentina, Paraguay and Brazil. Though the town itself is purely Argentinian. I arrived early afternoon to the main bus…
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So to the match itself then. The whole point of the day trip in reality, we were after all “only HERE FOR Da football” and to meet a new friend, who goes by the name of Edgar. Edgar is old and worn, but vibrant and welcoming. It’s neither a he or a she, it’s an…
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