partyface

not to forget (or mention)...
those 2 groovy frenchlings we met in Creel,
the minxy blonde one and the luvverly Claire from Lyon
bon nuit and sneaky photos of a bloke in big stupid trousers
fun quebecois who shared our truck in the salaar di uyuni
suffering mr the twats 'impressive' stories
or Taka the nicest man in Tokyo
who vomited out the taxi door after a strange drinking competition
Lovely old couple/hotel managers in Kyoto
driving a fool around with a tv on the dashboard
the former ANC fighter who trained and fought in Angola
telling his stories in a hostel in knysna
Sound Italian manager/dealer of huanchaco
so happy to have so many italian speakers in one place
and beavis...
helpful alitalia lady in Prague office, grazie mille
Writing fibby little stories on official letterhead
Mortens blondefest mate Sven?
demanding i chew my baccy and another round in the gothenburg sports bar
Linda the dog walker from engerland somewhere
horrendous food poisoning sufferer thanks to nile boat fools
fighting the good fight and sampling the aftershock
double belgian couple trouble in the 'camping' in Cap Corse
except he was dutch and they lived on sakhalin
wine with your mosquitos anyone?
Crazy Canadian Coyote Cal (honestly a writer in hollywood) in Erendira, Baja
First customers ever, saw your brick of dope in half, play slicky tricky pool but DO NOT watch the big lebowski
ickle Megumi 'Ie' on the beach south of Tokyo
with a (shock!) slab of kirin, fireworks and a crush on tak-thankyouverymuch
Christines ex Damian of Kentucky Forest Hills
looking familiar and then very drunk in Innsbruck hostelbar
Insane Australian Half man-half bull in the westbourne
nose ring, long hair, 76ft 3',and a stoned espanola in tow
or Nacho the disgruntled Spaniard
cranky coz all laughed at him in the mexican restaurant where he worked as a waiter
Pretty Great Carmen in Valencia who believed in God, lamented spains loss of grandeur
and was amazed i couldnt tell the difference in pronunciation between carrejeros and caballeros... damned fool I am!
Bellamy of the bottom, manager of Hip Hop-1 free beer-hostel in Capetown
writing gob smacking stories in my diary, which I could only read on the overnight torment of coach to Johannesburg, never to return...
Roberta, brother in law of Raffaella in Bergamo
DHL employee, foreign banknote collector and exquisite dinner maker
the most unfortunate blonde australian backpacker on the ferry from Santorini to Pireaus
tales of sleeping on island beaches, Thomas cook's treachery and missing red converses...