"Any soup or salad while you wait?..." - The waiter just brought my beer and took note of my order...


It's past 9 pm and Síamsa Irish Pub is one of the few restaurants still open for Dinner...

I'm living to fast again, it's Wednesday and all I remember about since the weekend is work and sleeping from time to time... I'm in that stage when my thoughts are a mix of: "What am I doing here" and "I'd better get ready for the weekend"... I think I have referred before to the "dark side of my trips"... This is actually one of those days that make everything look darker...

"Heck, nothing is going really wrong" - I think to myself as I ask for a cup of coffee wondering if the right choice might have been just going for another beer...