It was already dark when I reached the village. My legs were heavy, my water bottles empty, and the faint hope of a hot shower was all that kept me turning the pedals. The little square looked welcoming in the glow of lamplight, but the innkeeper shook her head before …
TRAVEL HORROR STORIES: My First Night In Melbourne. Me, David & The Taxi Driver.
WHEN TRAVEL GOES WRONG! IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: This is a new series of blog posts! I use FB a lot when traveling so that I can update my family and friends daily about my adventures, misadventures, cute pictures and so on. I have just now realized that I usually write …