It is hard to keep writing here on Sober Paddy with all the moving I’ve been doing. I just got to Ecuador today and love it. High up in the mountains in the centre of the globe. Mad how short of breath you get at altitude. Mad how unfit you get as you stop training and hit your late thirties. Mad how you think things are mad when there are perfectly rational explanations.
So I got through Colombia and not one FARC rebel did I see. Had a few offers of the ould devils dust but I turned them down – I know what happens at the end of my binges and it’s not pretty. I turn into a paranoid, semi insane lunatic. I am bad enough when I’m sober. Well, not really anymore…I have calmed down a lot. [Read more…]