Holiday Blog – Day 6

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Wow…. This week is just flying by! It’s day 6 already.. which means it’s almost time to head home to London. 

Booooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! 

Luckily that’s not until Saturday night, so I still have a bit of time to play in the sun. 😉

Despite my best intentions, I ended up staying in last night as I’d fallen asleep after a lovely dinner at the restaurant around the corner. My mate’s ended up still going out around midnight but I was still half asleep so stayed in. 

This morning was a bit off for me as all I wanted was a bit of quiet away from the resort. As fun as a group trip can be, it can be tiring at times. 

I ended up going to the same restaurant for a late breakfast before rejoining my mates. . And it helped a bit I think.

After lounging around until midday, one of the guys and I decided to drive up to Puerto de Mogan, on the west coast of the island just past Puerto Rico.

We made a few wrong turns along the way, driving along the coast instead of the highway for part of it, and even ended up driving a bit inland to the village of Mogan instead of the port. 

Let’s just say there weren’t clear sign posts.. and we weren’t using out mobile’s GPS. But it’s all good as it was still very scenic.

Once arrived in the right ‘Mogan’, we wandered around and enjoyed the sights. It’s easily a little tourist coastal village, with lots of high-end shops, but still quite idyllic. 

All in all a lovely, peaceful day out. Gotta enjoy it while I can. 😁

Holiday Blog – Day 5

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I have to say.. my feet are still killing me after yesterday’s massive hike, and today’s trek through the dunes to get to the beach probably didn’t help any.

Yeah.. can you believe I didn’t make it to the beach until day 5 of my holiday?  Last year that was all I did every single day, mostly because I hadn’t been in a resort where I could sunbath naturally around the pool like I do this year.

And at the same time, this has been a good thing that I haven’t spent every single day at the beach, as it’s allowed me to do different things and get to know some of the other guys on the holiday with us.

Last night, the three of us treked off to the Yumbo for dinner at a restaurant my mate loves and always gets their Argentinian steak.  So I figured what the hell as I rarely get a chance to have a steak and ordered the same.

Dammmmnnnn… that meat tasted so good!  It’s been gawd-knows how long since I’d last had red meat of any type, let alone a steak, so it was a nice rare treat.  And if you can’t treat yourself on holiday, when can you right? LOL

Afterwards we came back to the resort to relax a bit before heading back out to see what shenanigans we could get up to in the bars/clubs… too bad nobody told anyone else as it was quite dead last night.  

I did get to meet a cute Brazilian chaser (who lives in Bern, Switzerland), but not much really happened as he was too drunk.  But we did get to chat a bit afterwards and I saw him briefly on the beach just before we came back to the resort… and hopefully I’ll run into him again tonight before he heads home tomorrow.

But yeah… the beach.  It is so calming and relaxing to be laying there with the waves crashing, a slight wind, and the sun peeking out between the clouds.  If anything it was probably quite deceptive how much sun we were actually getting because of the clouds coming and going all day… cause when they were gone, damn it was a scorcher of a day!!

Anyway, we’ll see how the rest of the night goes and then tomorrow.  😉

Holiday Blog – Day 3 & 4

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Well, so much for blogging everyday on my holiday lol  Yesterday was a completely chilled day and logging on was the last thing on my mind.

Sunday night, the three of us headed to the Yumbo (as usual), only this time we were headed to a bar I actually enjoy and find the uys attractive – Cruise bar.  

I know, such an obvious name, right?  LOL

Upon arriving, we met us with a couple of other guuys from our group that had gone out to a sex club earlier in the evening but wasn’t very good.  It was cool to see them but it seemed like they were standing around waiting for someone else to take the lead for the evening, but all we did was say hi briefly before heading off to see what delights were hidden in the corners of the bar.

No… I’m not going to give you the gory details, but it was a fun part of the evening before several of us moved on to The Box once again.  Only this time there were about a dozen of us there, and next thing we knew we were all naked in the bar (yes, it was that type of place LOL).

I have to say it was definitely a new experience for me, being naked in a bar.  But all in all it was quite a fun evening.. it was just like we were at the resort only with a few other (clothed) people around.  And of course the bartenders don’t mind.. in fact, they were happy when we showed up and started stripping.

Let’s just say the evening had been a bit dead before then. LOL

It did however turn into a very late night, as my mate ‘M’ and I didn’t get back until well after 4am, and then we joined a few others for a last drink on their veranda.  Think in the end it was close to 6am before I went to bed…

…And then was wide awake at 9:30am.  Dammit.

Needless to say I was absolutely shattered, and probably still a bit drunk.

So instead of a day at teh beach or in the dunes, I ended up just staying in the resort to relax.  It was also partly because I think I’d had a bit too much sun the day before, so I took it easy.  I relaxed, read my book, had a nap, and had a nice quiet day while most of the guys were out and about.

Last night was another party in a different bungalow, which was ok but I wasn’t really in the party mood.  I watered drown my wine and ended up back in our place quite early.  And I had no desire to go out so I just relaxed and read until about 1am when I fell asleep.

Today was an absolutely amazing and exhausting adventure, as the three of us decided to climb to the top of El Roque Nublo, which is about 1,813 m above sea level.  It is a volcanic rock on the island, and is the second highest peak.  It was formed by a volcanic eruption around 4.5 millipon years ago.

To get to the hiking trails, we had to drive for most of an hour through these small winding roads, which our mate ‘M’ was taking way too fast (we jokingly called him Mario Andretti after today lol).  The views were absolutely amazing throughout the drive and all the way up to the top – it took us about 2 hours total there and back.  Needless to say my back, legs and feet are sore as hell.  LOL

But in the end, despite my worry I wouldn’t make it all the way up, it was an amazing afternoon.  And I liked that we did something other than going to the beach or staying by the pool.

(more photos will follow once I return to London.. still getting used to this new tablet lol)

Holiday Blog – Day 2

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It’s definitely a good thing that all we’ve done today is lounge by the pool, considering how many of us woke up with hangovers.. and I suspect a few were still drunk from last night.  I heard a few stories this morning that some of them were up until abpout 6am drinking on the roof terrace after getting back from the bars.

Comparetively I was a ‘good’ boy, getting in at a almost resonable 3am.  I’d gone with a few of the guys to the Yumbo centre, and we’d ended up in a bar called ‘The Box’.  It’s not my favourite place, but it was majority rules I guess.

as for this morning, I was just a bit hungover.. partly due to all the vodka sodas I’d drank last night (they free-pour the mixed drinks in Spain..), and partly due to getting very little sleep two days running.  For some reason I woke up at 7am this morning with a spitting headache, and think I dozed for about an hour between then and 9am when my one mate got up to make coffee.

But I’m not going to complain as it’s not like I had anything important to do today.  LOL

In fact, today has been an absolutely gorgeous day.  Lots of laughs, plenty of scorching sunshine, and even a bit of eye-candy around the pool.  Hehe

The best part of today was the buffet lunch put on by the resort for us.. way too much food, but served to us by a couple of the bar staff just as naked as the rest of us.  It made for a fun afternoon, and lots of naughty jokes from the staff as they brought the food and drinks around.

During the lunch, I’d ended up sitting beside a guy from Nottingham that I don’t think I’d met before, and we had plenty of laughs throughout the meal.  Ok, we were mostly perving over the serving staff, but it was all in good fun.  and some of it we’d even said to their faces.  LOL

But I suppose all in all, that’s the whole point of a holiday – to just have some fun, some laughs, and just genuinely enjoy yourself.  None of us who were hung over today complained about it, but instead made jokes about it.  Which just goes to show how much everyone here is interested in just enjoying themselves.

Now time for a disco-napp, perhaps another swim, and then out again tonight for more fun and frolics.  🙂

Holiday Blog – Day 1

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Greetings everyone from the gorgous and sunny Maspalomas on Gran Canaria island!  It’s that time of year again, as I’m off on a week’s holiday of fun in the sun. 🙂

This is my third trip to the island in the past year and a half, and there’s just somethign about the place that keeps me coming back for more every year.

On previous trips I’ve either stayed by myself or shared with a ‘mate’ (he isn’t anympore after that trip lol), but this time I’m doing something different by going on a group holiday through a naturist social website I belong to (nakedmates.co.uk).

In total there’s supposed to be about 40+ guys staying at our resort (we’ve taken over the entire place for the week), and it’s an semi-annual trip for the guys on the website.

If it wasn’t for the fact that a two good friends of mine were coming on the trip, I may not have done the group thing.  But I know with them, I’ll definitely have a good time.

Already it’s been a super long day, as we had a 7am flight this morning.  To make things easier, the three of us all went to my mate’s place in Essex and then his husband drove us to the airport just after 5am.  Once we arrived and got through the usual check-ins, we were headed for the gate and were boarded pretty quickly.. although because we’d booked our flight separately, we weren’t seated anywhere near each other.

Well, four long ass-numbing hours later we were on the island and feeling extremely warm in our typical early-Spring attire.  But off we went to pick up the rental car, grab our sunglasses, and head to the south of the island to find our resort.

Now as much as I would LOVE to show some pics of the resort, I do have to respect the other guy’s privacy.. it is a naturist resort and the only people wearing clothes are the staff.  LOL  Maybe I’ll get a couple quick pics later on when there’s not as many people around the pool.

But now is time to relax and enjoy the gorgous mid-to-high 20c weather, barely a cloud in the sky, and get myself a nice lovely tan.

What else do you do when you’re in paradise? LOL

 

Friends Aren’t Always Forever

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Part of reason I wrote my recent post ‘Friendship Can Be Fleeting‘ was because I’ve been thinking a lot about some of the friendships that have dropped by the wayside over the past year or so.  And some of these friendships were ones that I had expected to last the test of time.

Growing up I didn’t have a lot of truly close friends.  Or at least nobody I could really call my ‘best friend’.  It was usually more about groups of friends all hanging out together, with some hanging out together more than others but I wasn’t always included in that.

But since moving to London, I’d met two different guys that I thought would be there until the end.  We’d talk almost daily about all sorts of shit, even if it was just to bitch about something stupid at work.  And it’s been the relatively recent loss of each of them that has been playing on my mind a bit.

Obviously when I say ‘loss’, I don’t mean that I misplaced them or they’ve passed away or something disastrous happened between us (at least not from my perspective).  They’re just not around any more.  The calls, texts, and messages have withered up and dried up.

And in one case, their profile has suddenly disappeared from my Facebook.

Man And Woman Help Silhouette In MountainsThe first guy is the one that hurts the most, as we’d been friends for over 8 years.  We’d always promised we’d be there for each other no matter what, even if one of us started a new relationship.

We’d been super close for many years and used to go away on weekends together (he lives in Scotland).  We even used to spend out birthdays together each year (2 days apart).

The last time we saw each other was on our birthday weekend in Brighton almost 2 years ago, and he’d been a bit out of it.  He finally told me a few months later that he’d been distracted as there was someone at his work he really fancied… and it was a woman.

I’d only known him as gay, so was a bit shocked initially but it didn’t change anything.  I didn’t care that he was suddenly interested in a woman instead of guys. I was just as encouraging regarding his feelings towards this woman as I would have been if it was a man.

Love is love, after all.

And all through the initial dating bits, I was still there as normal.  I listened to his insecurities and gave advise where I could, and so forth.  And I waited for details on how their first date went.  As normal.

But once they actually started dating, the messages from him slowly started to petter out until the point where a general message went unanswered by him for months. At one point when things were a bit rocky between them, suddenly he was there again to chat.. but then it was back to silence once they got back together.

20130206112854socially-awkwardOh, and they’ve come to London together twice since they got together, and I only found out after the fact or once I’d seen it on Facebook.  There was no suggestion of me meeting his lady friend.

One of the last actual conversations we had, he was trying to get me to become Facebook friends with one of his mates up in Scotland (that I’d met once years ago).  Because his mate needed other ‘gay friends’.

Riiight…

He’d recently promised to be in touch on a certain day to chat.. but that was over a week ago and I’ve not heard anything.  It’s almost seemed like he’s tried to distance himself from all his old gay friends…

As for the other guy, well… I kinda saw it coming to an extent, as he’d done it before.

We’d first met over 5 years ago when I lived in Vauxhall, and initially we were casually seeing each other for a bit before he cooled things off because ‘he didn’t want a boyfriend’, and then ended up with a boyfriend within a couple months.

A year or two later we had a bit of a blow up after a night out at a club where he ditched me to head home with his ‘neighbour’ (he was single again at this point).  I wrote about it in a fit of anger at the time (click HERE to read), which he subsequently read and blasted me for.

That was the first time he’d ‘dumped’ my friendship.

Then a couple years ago he’d messaged me out of the blue, and after awhile we ended up being just friends again.  In fact, during a quite low period of mine he was one of the few people that had stayed by me, allowing me to rant and rave about my feelings.

39th-birthday-cheaters-250But then things started to change once he started working from home, as he stopping hanging out socially with me.  In fact, he wouldn’t even come out for my birthday last year because he wasn’t feeling ‘social’ and had too much work to do.

Communication between us started to become less frequent, and when I did hear from him, it was like he was completing a chore. Like he felt obligated to check in on me or something.

And when we would talk, he would always try to deflect any discussions about his life.  And would seem like he barely listened to what I was saying based one his responses.  It was odd.

In the last conversation we had end of July, he briefly mentioned that he’d started a new job and had moved flats to a different part of London.. over a month prior! And when I asked why he hadn’t told me sooner, he said ‘I’m telling you now’ as if I was prying.

During that conversation it was clear he wasn’t listening or interested in what I was saying, but when I’d said something about being unhappy at work, he responded ‘that’s good’. I’d called him on it at the time, but it was brushed off once again..

And that was it.  It wasn’t too long after that I noticed that he’d either deleted his Facebook profile or had blocked me.

Ummm.. bye?

Obviously I’m well aware that changes happen in all of our lives, and sometimes people do drift apart.  But regardless of how it happens, it still hurts when you’re the one left behind wondering what happened.

It can make life quite lonely when it feels like there’s nobody to talk to on a regular basis.

80 Days and Counting

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November 22nd, 2016.

That’s a day I’ll keep in mind for awhile.  For most people, it’s just a day like any other.  It’s not a holiday or someone’s birthday or anniversary.  It’s just another day really.

Only it’s not for me – It’s the day I quit smoking.

Well, sort of.

Some might say that I’ve just swapped once vice for a new one, as I’m now using a Vape e-cigarette instead of actually smoking.  But to me, it’s just a stepping stone to actually becoming smoke-free in the future after about 25 years of it.  I hope.

It hasn’t been a walk in the park, to say the least.  I really loved the act of smoking (though not necessarily the smell of them).  That first drag off of a badly needed cigarette was absolutely bliss, almost orgasmic.  And the cravings for the act of smoking itself has been almost frenzied at times.

But I’m getting there, one day at a time.

For some reason, after the weekend previous to the above date, something in me snapped.  Just the thought of having a cigarette made me cringe with disgust.  For the first time in my life.

smoking12This change was two-fold as far as I could tell.

Firstly, like most people, it easily had to do with money.  Since April, I’d mostly been smoking duty-free cigarettes I’d purchased from abroad or friends had picked them up for me on their travels.

Basically, the thought of going back to paying UK prices for cigarettes made me cringe.  And with recent/new regulations, it meant things were just going to get more expensive.

But mostly I think it had to do with a (naked) house party I’d attended that weekend.

At one point during the party, I was chatting with a few guys near the garden door as I faffed with the host’s bathrobe (garden was overlooked, and it was easier than finding my clothes upstairs).  And perhaps it was just my imagination, but there seemed to be a sense of pity from them about the lengths I was going to have a cigarette.

I suddenly felt desperate and slightly pathetic about it all.  And I suddenly wondered why the hell I was still doing this to myself after two and a half decades… and just thinking about that length of time really pulled me up short.  It was quite jarring to suddenly realise I had been smoking for more than half my life.

Fucking hell…

So that Monday morning, I only had 1 cigarette left in my pack which I smoked on my way to work.  And I had absolutely no desire to buy another .. though I did bum a couple smokes off of a colleague that day to get me through.

Instead I’d decided I’d give vaping a try for a bit, and went to the local vape shop near my flat to see what options there were.  I’d heard of many people who’d turned to vaping and seemed to be doing quite well.  The model I’d decided on was out of stock, so had to come back the next evening.

So I bought my last 10 pack of cigarettes on my way home, purposely choosing a brand I didn’t normally smoke or enjoy.

vape-penAnd so far, after just over 80 days of not smoking, I’m still going strong and have only had 2 cigarettes since – one Christmas Eve, and one on a night out with colleagues when we were quite drunk.

And interestingly, neither cigarette made me want to buy a pack or start smoking again.  That alone is a good sign.

But there has been a down side as well… I’ve been gaining weight like crazy since quitting. And as a bigger guy already, it was something I didn’t need.

I had hoped by switching to the vape that the weight gain could have been prevented, and that perhaps I would start getting a bit more active.  But unfortunately, the on-and-off-again foot/ankle/knee issues I’ve been having since coming back from Canada in October haven’t helped at all.

In fact, it’s made me quite lazy.

So now here I am, more than 80 days later, and I’m having to work on my health issues alongside my pseudo non-smoking habits (I don’t really use the vape that much some days).  I don’t necessarily eat that badly most days, but it’s more about the quantities and the lack of exercise.

And I definitely had a shock upon weighing myself last week… I’ve topped out at almost 21 stone (that’s around 300 lbs or 130 kg… fuck 😦 ).

So… now I’ve started to watch my caloric intake and make myself walk a bit every day, even part way to work/home a few times a week.  And I’ve signed up for the free ‘gym & swim’ card at my local council’s leisure centre that will allow me to use the facilities in the afternoons on the weekends and any time on Fridays.

Hopefully with these little changes, things can improve somewhat.  I’m sure a part of my recent lack of feeling social has a lot to do with this, and each have impacted the other.

Oh and hopefully I can lose a few pounds before my next holiday in Gran Canaria.. I’m fairly comfortable in just my skin and all, but not when I’m feeling like a beached-whale. 😉

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Close up of bare chested man holding scissors and squeezing stomach

 

New Year Blues

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On New Year’s Day while driving back to London from Essex with a couple of dear friends, one of them asked me a fairly innocuous question regarding my plans for the year ahead.

“So, you have anything exciting planned for 2017? Anything you’re looking to accomplish?”

And for some reason I really struggled to answer him… and that alone threw me for a loop. Even more so than my seemingly lack of an answer.

For whatever reason I was already feeling somewhat ambivalent about it all in the lead up to the holiday season. I could have easily stayed home instead of travelling to my mate’s place in Essex for their Naked New Year’s party (which really wasn’t as exciting as it might sound lol), but I forced myself to go. It was an alright party, but not as exciting as previous year’s celebrations.

Here’s the crux of it all – Over the past couple of months, I’ve been feeling fairly anti-social.  I’ve been spending entire weekends at home alone, rarely talking to anyone let alone actually leaving the flat.  It’s happened a couple of times where, because I’d picked up groceries on the way home Friday night, there was kind of no need to go anywhere.

This is something that has continued into the New Year. And all it does is make me feel like I’m wasting my weekends.

I do genuinely go into most weekends with a basic idea of what I’d like to do, even if I don’t have anything planned ahead of time. It could be something as simple as taking the laptop to the local coffee shop to do some writing (which we all know has been lacking these past few months), going to a museum, or maybe just going out for a couple drinks with mates.

But instead with groceries in the fridge (or enough cash for take-away), I end up having several Netflix marathons.  Or on the very rare occasion, have a mate come over to hang out for an evening.

Basically I boils down to the same feeling I’ve had repeatedly over the years.  That if I don’t make the effort first to keep in contact with people or to suggest doing things, then it’s quite rare to hear from them. That could be somewhat simplistic or overly pessimistic, but hear me out…

truly caresThere are a few friends that I used to hang out with regularly (if not weekly), but this seemed to only happen when I’d message them to see what they were up to.  So when I’d stop messaging people to see what they’re up to, I kind of stop hear from them.

And that feeling of ambivalence towards my social life has clearly spilled into the rest of my life, especially when I try to think of where I’d like to be at the end of the year. What progress I’d like to make, what accomplishments, and so forth.

And that’s not a great feeling, especially after I was so driven during the latter half of 2016 to complete the Microsoft Office Specialist (expert-level) Excel 2013 certification exams. It wasn’t easy, and I had to retake them after failing the first time, but in the end I powered through and aced the exams as I knew I could.

Maybe my ambivalence towards 2017 has to do with this ‘waiting pattern’ it feels I’ve been in since those exams. I still have 2 other exams to complete to achieve my Master certification, which I have until the Autumn to complete, but I’m also waiting for the approval through work to get my Prince2 Foundation & Practitioner certification.

And that’s a great thing to be able to say is happening. I’d initially spoke to my old boss about doing this back in April, but there didn’t seem to be any movement regarding it. But once the new boss started back in October, things really started moving. And not just about the course.

This new boss is all about getting things right and is quite geared towards pushing forward those that work hard… not those that seem to flash certain attributes and turn on their gender-specific charm or get all emotional in order to get what they want.  Hell, he even pushed for me to get a raise back in October after he’d been there 2 weeks, and he wants to expand my role into more of a divisional overall one over the next year as I complete the course.

But yet I still sometimes feel that despite things actually going sort of ok at work at the moment that I need something to change?  Definitely doesn’t help any that the regional office I work in is quite lad-ish and unprofessional, which gets on my nerves at times.

Or is it more my dissatisfaction regarding other aspects of my life (ie: social and/or love life)? Could that be spilling over into my work life and tainting something that’s actually going alright?

Is there truly an answer to any of this?  Probably not, but most likely that’s down to my own pessimistic outlook at life at the moment.

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Escapada de Madrid

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Sometimes you just need to get away from your daily routine and do something different.  And sometimes it’s more about getting away from your surroundings and seeing somewhere new.

I was starting to feel the usual urge to get out in the world a bit and do some travelling.  I’d come to the realisation that I hadn’t really been on holiday since last June when I spent my birthday in Rome.

Well, other than when I went home to Canada to surprise the family back in October.  As lovely as that was, it was less a holiday for me as for them if that makes sense.

Anyway, my decision to go to Madrid last weekend was fairly spur of the moment as I happened to find a super cheap flight online so decided to go for it.  Once that was booked, I found a simple little room that was quite central and walking distance to the Chueca area (where the gay bars are).

20170127_104721What also helped the decision was I have a friend that moved back there from London about 6 years ago and we hadn’t seen each other in at least that long.  We’d talked several times about me coming over for a visit, but I’d never gotten around to it.

Plus surprisingly I’d never been to Madrid before.  Any other trips I’d taken to Spain over the years have always been in the South or to Gran Canaria (where I’ll be visiting once again this coming April..).

Interestingly, unlike other trips I’ve made in the past, I didn’t really have a plan for once I’d arrived.  I’d kinda looked online at what there was to do there, but instead decided to just wing it and see where the weekend took me.

I just wanted to have a nice fun, relaxing weekend.  And that’s exactly what I got.

20170129_140357Unfortunately, my friend that lives there was going to be in Seville for most of the weekend and wouldn’t be free until Sunday afternoon/evening.  So that meant I had from Friday afternoon until then to keep myself entertained.

After checking into my little room (when they said small single, they weren’t kidding!), I grabbed a map and started wandered around the immediate area to get my bearings and to find a bite to eat.  It’s definitely a walking city (with an extensive Metro system) and I found my way around easily.

Once back in my room to relax a bit in the evening, I logged into the usual social/dating apps to see what sort of guys were in the area.  I had a few messages from a couple guys but one definitely caught my eye.. a tall, fit, sexy guy who clearly liked chubbier guys.

After a bit of online chatting and flirting, we decided to meet up for a drink and he even offered to meet me at my hostal to walk to the bar together.  Such a gentleman.

We spent a lovely evening together in a couple of bars chatting about life, drinking, and yes, flirting like crazy.  We seemed to get along quite easily and it felt quite comfortable spending time together… so much so, that I stayed at his place that night and we spent most of the next day together cuddled up on his sofa.

Such an amazing way to spend the day and get to know each other a bit.  I’d originally planned on leaving around midday to play tourist, but the day completely got away from us.  Next thing we knew it was about 6pm and he had to get ready to meet some friends for dinner, so I leisurely walked back to my hostal with a promise to meet up later in the evening for drinks.

20170130_122102What I hadn’t expected was to get to meet a couple of his friends when we went out for drinks that night.  And one friend of a friend turned out to be a guy I used to run into occasionally at the bear bar in Soho.  We weren’t friends so I didn’t even know he’d moved to Spain.

Anyway, it was a fun evening but I chose to be a ‘good boy’ and go back to my hostal for the night so I could get up and do the touristy thing on Sunday.. though I could have easily spent the entire weekend with him.  He was that easy to get along with, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

The rest of the weekend was spend wandering around, seeing the sites as planned, and then meeting up with my mate Sunday evening for a couple of drinks and a catch up.  He took me to an area I hadn’t explored yet but was quite close to when walking back from my new friend’s place.

All in all it was an excellent weekend away.  And as glad as I was to get home Monday evening, I could have easily stayed a couple more days.  I found the city to be quite comfortable to walk around with lots to look at. And yeah, lots of handsome Spanish men to check out.

It’ll definitely be one of those cities I’ll want to return to in the future.. maybe even to visit my new friend. 🙂

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Collage of pics taken over the course of the weekend

The Ankle Fracturation Issue

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After my return to London a couple weeks ago, things haven’t been the greatest.. But it has nothing to do with my personal or works lives, but more about my health.

I twisted my ankle two weeks ago, only to be misdiagnosed at the hospital with a mild sprain when it was actually a mild fracture.

Basically, I’d gone to visit a nearby friend the Sunday after I returned from Canada, and when I was leaving that evening I was too busy checking my mobile for the bus times to pay attention to where I was walking.

I came down the front steps to take the path to the street, only to step off the path right into the edge of the garden, with my ankle twisting inwards.  My own stupidity really.. but damn that hurt!!  OUCH!!!!

Initially, it didn’t feel like anything was wrong, so off I went as planned thinking the most I’d have would be a slight tenderness the next day or so.  Unfortunately that turned out to be an understatement.

I spent the next couple of days trying to take it easy on my foot when possible, keeping it popped up on the sofa and in bed, and using an anti-inflammatory gel along with the usual over the counter pain medications.  But by the time I left work on Tuesday evening, I could barely walk.

My foot had swollen up a bit, the inside of my ankle was bruised, and walking felt like someone had driven a hot poker inside my bones.  Not a fun feeling to put it mildly.

So come Wednesday morning, I called in sick to work (something I hadn’t done in well over a year..) so I could go to the hospital’s A&E (emergency room) to see a doctor.

I’d already expected that I wouldn’t be seen that quickly, as it wasn’t anything urgent like an obviously broken bone or something bloody, so I made sure to take my Kindle with me so I had something to read and pass the time.  And it’s a good thing I did too, as I was there for about 3 hours.

After getting x-rays done on my foot, the doctor I spoke to said it didn’t look like anything was broken, but was instead just a mild sprain.. which was a relief, as the last thing I needed was to be on crutches or having to get a plaster cast on my foot.

So off I went with advice on how to treat a sprain.. most of which I was already doing, so I was hopeful that I’d be able to walk fairly normally within a few days to a week.  That’s doable and fairly realistic I thought.

fracture-patternsAnd after over a week of self-treatment, I was walking fairly normally and had mostly stopped the pain medication, saving it for when I really needed it…

Only to receive a letter from the hospital’s radiology department stating they’d reviewed my x-rays, and I needed to re-attend to the A&E asap as they’ve determined I actually have a minor fracture (medial malleolus) in my ankle.

Yeah.. I wasn’t impressed.  That basically meant I’d been misdiagnosed, and according to the results I found on Google, I might have to get a plaster cast or possibly even surgery… and I really couldn’t afford a couple weeks off work to recover from ankle surgery.

So off to A&E I went once more, only to be seen by a nurse practitioner instead of a specialist (as suggested in the letter) and then referred to the ‘fracture clinic’ for further investigation… which, of course, was being held on Sunday morning.  At 9am. 😦

Definitely even less impressed at this point, as I was going to a Halloween party that night, and was looking forward to nursing my hangover in bed the next morning.. not traipsing to the hospital once more.

And get this.. after all THAT malarkey and worrying on my part, it turned out it was such a minor fracture that the only treatment for it was exactly what I was already doing!!!  Which was why it had been getting better already, without splints, casts or any such stuff.

riceYeah… all that for nothing and a waste of my time this weekend.  Sure, it’s always better to be sure when it comes to health issues, but damn.. I really wanted that lay-in this morning.  LOL

Now here’s hoping that it doesn’t take too long for my ankle to get back to normal.  The pain fluctuates daily, with some days being worse than others depending on what I’ve been doing.

Fingers crossed it’s sooner rather than later.