Las Primeras Dias

Haven't really been on a computer because I didn't have the foresight to buy an adapter for my laptop and it has no battery, assumed I couldn't write on here via mobile and couldn't really be bothered to if I could to be honest. Didn't give enough thought to how demanding of an endeavour this blog thing is, documenting everything is testing and I am no Kerouac esque personality who can lay out his feelings with any sort of ease anyway, but I´ll carry on writing (if in a slightly superficial way).
Settling into Quito pretty well all in all. Spent much of my time in Cumbaya, stalking Juan whilst he attends Uni and doing not much at all in the grounds of the place. Pretty much a continuation of the last three years aside from the geography and stalking. Cumbaya and the University itself are both really beautiful places though. 
Last Saturday I went to a party of Juan's friends' which was pretty cool, the house would cause Kevin Mccloud to have the biggest orgasm known to man and his friends were jamming which was good entertainment. Ecuadorean beer is pretty good too, I mean I was drinking Brahma so I don't know why I'm saying that here, but I have tried it and it has my approval for sure. The DJ played Tribe for me too, so all in all it was a success. Didn't intend on commenting on the standard of girls there but I realise that my friends from Whitehaven are an assuming and suspicious bunch, don't wanna be called a big gay or anything - Ecuadorean girls are hot. And are puzzlingly interested in British people. Although my accent scarcely gives away the fact I am British. I feel like my first experience of a party here should have bore more fruit in terms of this being a longer, more interesting account, but then I guess all parties comprise pretty much of a bunch of people getting pissed and having a good time - so there isn't much else I can say.
I think this entry is gonna be very mundane cos the only entertaining characteristic I have is occasionally being able to make people laugh and I only source my humour from acerbic thoughts about life, maybe here I am at the moment too happy to be funny and therefore entertaining. As Lee Ranaldo says though 'you can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents, but sooner or later your old self will always catch up, always it waits in the wings'.....plus the class system here is already stressing me out so maybe in time this will ferment into a-musings. 
I auditioned for an advert selling cable on the TV here yesterday, which was a pretty funny thing to do. I can confirm to anybody out there insane enough to think I have it in me to replace Heath Ledger that this is not so, but it was good to have a go at it anyway. If I by some miracle am selected then I'll be sure to link you all to the Youtube clip, and never return home knowing the abuse I'd get.
Sorry to waste your time with this shit, I know that if you wanted the rambling of an egotistical prick and no laughs in between then you could just buy a Michael McIntyre DVD.....I just really don't have it in me at this moment in time. I have been trying my hand at some creative writing for the first time in a long time and I'd share that instead but if you know or are one of my home friends then you will understand my motives behind withholding them. 
Tomorrow I am going to my first Spanish lesson, sure to be a disaster and therefore perhaps provide a laugh or two, so will jot down how it goes and then maybe upload it onto here should there be anything worth telling.

Trains, Planes and AutoMoFarah (after deciding 'Mein Kampf' was too much despite its relevance)

6.45 Manchester Airport - Blowing my resolution to cut down on cynicism. If there's a more profound demonstration of how obnoxious humanity is than visiting an airport, I don't know it. Fantasising about some form of disaster which I and only those I select can escape from (dunno where my source of power in this comes from - thinking maybe Bernard's Watch) and choosing to spare only the nice Polish girl who served me an overly generous portion of fries in BK earlier (fries at 6am - fat shit). Just grumpy cosa lack of sleep though, humanity isn't even that bad there are just too many fat slags in here getting ready to cheat on their soon-to-be husbands in Malia + gimps coming back from Cancun with 'I partied in Cancun' t-shirts on, would have never guessed from the fact that you just got off a plane from Cancun lads.  In case you're thinking I just assumed an Eastern European girl was Polish, she had a flag on her name badge, what is that shit? The Olympics are over Burger King, and serving fries was never an event.
Karma for being a grumpy dickhead in the frustrating yet relatively serene Manchester I guess - complete and utter nightmare in Frankfurt. Take heed anybody who by a massive coincidence reads this and is thinking of using Puerto Rico/America for connecting flights, you need an 'ESTA'. Found out 25 mins before boarding time this was the case and that you could only obtain one from way across the Airport in a different terminal. Sprinted there while frantically screaming at anyone airport staff I passed that I was looking for Hall B only to get there and discover the systems were down. Felt like Man City in the 93rd minute vs QPR @ 2-2. Systems miraculously regained life though and a stereotypically efficient German guy was my Mario Balotelli - working hard to put me in with a chance. Found a bit of pace anyone who seen my pre-season stint with the D&P would forecast as completely impossible and here I am somewhere over the Atlantic.
Sorry to any woman/non-football fans reading (who am I kidding? there are no women - I am really addressing my Ma and non-football fans here) for that mundane, tenuous analogy, just trying to spice it up a bit and I'm new to this....plus the added bonus of pissing Decky off should he read was irresistible. So relieved to have caught the flight though, especially when taking into account I went for a casual shit in Frankfurt pre-ESTA drama, really didn't wanna 'Do a Nath'....although I dunno if mine would count given that it wouldn't have been intentional in order for to write an interesting Facebook status pal?
Will type up the rest of traveling musings tomorrow.

Ecuador Eve

Feels a little fraudulent starting my 'Travel Blog' from my bedroom in Moresby Parks, but I don't really intend on doing a heap of traveling anyway and I guess I could justify it with some pseudo-philosophy about "Life being one big journey", & aside from that I want to use it as an outlet tolet everyone know how much I'll miss them while I'm gone.
The security of living in a place deeply affirmed in my consciousness as 'home' and being surrounded by most of those important to me is something I've overlooked too often and is really apparent at this moment, making the prospect of leaving less appealing than I'd anticipated, but ultimately it's something I gotta do (both for my own personal development and to avoid being called a pussy for the rest of my life).
Knowing I have Whitehaven and its ethereal attractions to return to is comfort though, and apart from anxieties caused by my shit Spanish, I've nothing but excitement in terms of looking ahead to being in Ecuador).
Intended to write down some of my pre-conceptions about my trip here for looking back on, but they'd probably just make me cringe at my naivete so I'll leave it here, safe in the knowledge that I'll be too far away to be ripped effectively for this sincerity by the time most of you read it.