Choose Travel:

Choose travel. Choose a country. Choose a trip. Choose a top heavy stranger for a shag. Choose a fucking cheap bar. Choose beaches, waterfalls, mountains, and diving with big scary fish. Choose bad health, heaving lungs and piss smelling sweat. Choose twenty hour journeys on puke stained buses. Choose a budget airline. Choose your travel mates. Choose cheap threads and matching backpack. Choose a six bed dorm on cheap low season rate in a variety of fucking hostels. Choose weed, hashish or charis and wonder who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that dorm watching stinking dreadlocked wankers – often Israelis, stuffing cold fucking McDonald’s into their mouths. Choose wasting away at the end of it all, shitting water in a sorry disgrace of a public loo, nowt more than a dirty, smelly embarrassment to the fuckwit public servants who berrate travellers and declare “we paid for it all”. Choose your own path. Choose travel.... But why would I want to do a thing like that?