Wednesday, 5 October 2011
|Kuta Beach- Bali Sept '11|
Thursday, 11 August 2011
It's 7:30am the day I leave to Indonesia. I have just walked through the door after spending the previous night with friends. I walk into the TV room where Tom is watching TV.
Me: Morning Tom-Tom.
Tom: Morning Rashika (pause, then whispers) it's your last day today...
Me: Yes, I know Tom-Tom, I'm really sad.
Tom: (quietly) I'm sad too.
Me: I don't want to leave Tom Tom (I meant this)
Tom: I don't want you to leave...
Writing this still has me choking back the tears. I have never heard such sweetness in one tiny voice before.
1. I was really and truly sad to leave London.
2. I cried my heart out on that plane.
3. It's been three weeks and I still miss home.
There I said it. The 'H' word.
How I came to love a place I used to loathe is beyond me.
But, here I am, in Mc Donalds (damn you capitalism) in the centre of Jakarta, having seen some breathtaking (sorry no pics due to my camera being stolen- but that's another post) islands of Bali and Gili Trawangan, seeing shooting stars in their numbers, learning how to use Asian toilets and meeting wonderful, hospitable and friendly Indonesians: and I miss home!
Thursday, 21 July 2011
"You're the best nanny ever!" Tom whooped when I told him the news: Nando's for dinner.
Ordinarily I would never take the kids to any fast-food place; I believe in balanced home-cooked meals- like any good nanny worth their job.
Of course Tom would think this after my announcement. I mean, what else do I do with a 10-year old dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, sitting outside in the rain, at dinner time because I've locked the keys in the house? And of course, the four spare keys I cut this morning are on the kitchen counter because I hadn't handed them to the neighbours as I was meant to.
And let's not forget that I'm babysitting tonight…
Yip. I'm the best nanny. Ever.
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
For those checking in on my blog, however infrequent, you may have noticed a slight lapse in my ramblings. Apologies for the long absence, two months I believe. I have been far too busy actually living and my blog has had to take the back seat; I trust I have your understanding in this regard!
Hope to update you all within the next week, otherwise you'll be hearing from me from another continent- exciting times ahead!
Much love and all that xxx
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Friday, 20 May 2011
|The beautiful Turquoise Coast of Turkey|
|It is whatever you think it|
* Become involved- or at least interested- in politics and human rights
* Sit under a Baobab tree
* Attend a New Years Eve party (have never done this!)
|Volunteering at Walk the Walk Moonwalk-|
walking marathon that only started at midnight.
I was on crowd control! lol! 15 000 (women mostly
it was for breast cancer.)
* Get a tattoo
* Do a mountain trail by myself
* Work as a pub cleaner
*Not freak out at seeing snakes (Europe's most poisonous at that and more than one)
* Make/be friends with unlikely people
* Sleep on the street
* Try to support local/up & coming artists/musicians/photographers as much as I can
* Cook meat (not my proudest but hey, not all lessons can be fun)
* Shop for chickens (er... to keep)
* Miss no one
* Pretend I'm Australian and have people believe it (until I answered Fosters when asked what beer I drink)
* Send a message in a bottle
* Pick olives
* Date a Pakistani ( very short lived! Oh and no offence to anyone)
* Volunteer/Charity work- it's addictive
* Cycle as a mode of transport (took me a while to pluck up the courage!)
* Swim in 9 degree water
* Write a Wikipedia article
* Book the first and cheapest bus to anywhere
* Climb a volcano
* Smoke weed with F.W De Klerk's niece (let's see who actually reads my blog...)
* Have no money
* Write an essay on WW1 (the joys of being an nanny...)
* Get involved in my community
* Dress up as a (three) Musketeer
* TEFL qualification
* Be involved in a mass protest
|Caught right in the middle of the 'Black Bloc' anarchists was|
* Sleep under the stars for two weeks
* Run for charity
* Have more money than ever in my life
* Jump from a 10m cliff into the sea (10m looks a lot different from a jagged cliff top!)
* Get free drinks... not just for me but for whoever is with me (guys & girls! seriously, it's quite a skill!)
* Be completely self-sufficient (see above!)
|Hyde Park March 26th Protests|
* Ride on the back of a motorbike
* Been to (need I say it, illegal) underground party
|Middle one: Thomas 'Tom-Tom' Blackler|
my GPS where ever we go!
|Trekking through Wadi Arugot|
|Bedouin Market Beer'sheva on the|
hunt for chickens
|Sweet Simona checking on our chicks|
|A swim before our dive in the sparkly waters of the|
And things that (hopefully) I'll be doing soon but take a bit more planning:
* Drive a 50 seater bus
* Learn to dumpster dive (hopefully while I squat)
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Apologies for the shoddy scanning job, I had to keep from gagging each time.
|If you think ad can't get any worse |
look up the definition for 'royale'.
Wait, I'll save you the trouble
|You have no idea how refreshing this was|
after spending an hour on the
tube surrounded by
Royal Wedding this, that and the next
|Just throw in the 'R' word and you're good to go.|
|Easyjet rescued my numbed senses with this|
full-page orange number.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
|Hard earned wages for these babies, hopefully they'll see a lot|
more races in the future!
|You'd think after nearly 6 months of training I'd|
be skinny... not a chance. Thought I'd have
my guns back by now...
Sunday, 24 April 2011
A couple of weeks ago on a rare long weekend from work, I booked coach ticket to Brighton and was ready to go off on a Friday morning without any money or accommodation and a 'let's see what happens' approach. The day before I was due to leave a fellow traveller, friend & sucker for the unknown, Ariane, decided she'd join in the adventure.
My original plan was that if I didn't find any accommodation, not that I'd looked at all, I'd sleep on the beach under the pier. Ariane, armed with £8 and a sleeping bag and myself armed with £20 and, well, that's all, met up with a Couchsurfer on the beach where we shared baked beans and
bread. (Poundland special 2 tins for 99p!)
|Craig the CSer & Ariane after Baked beans for dinner|
At about 10pm we decided it was time to drink our own (budget) cider on the beach and turn in for the night. We shivered through the two litre bottle and some cereal from Poundland before deciding it was time to get some warmth and sleep.
Being a Friday night, the students of Brighton were out in their numbers and it was hard to find a decent spot to rest our weary heads– we'd abandoned the 'under the pier' idea since the beach was too windy and cold.
|The view of the alley from my bed|
finally understood the concept of 'wind-chill factor'.
We scouted out a quiet alley next to a resturaunt and some flats. Ariane laid down her sleeping bag and I, um… I hadn't thought that far and just laid. I curled into a ball and soon the laughs and clip-clops of party-goers faded into a somewhat comfy sleep. This didn't last long, as I presume my being still for so long and the wind that had picked up caused me to feel terribly cold and I shivered awake. Soon I was waking up a reluctant Ariane for us to find a warmer spot.
|Bed time- I get the top bunk!|
|Ironic that the restaurant we sleep|
next to is called 'The House' ?
Eventually we found somewhere I thought would shield us from the wind and we crouched behind some sort of extractor fan boxy things. The sounds of the streets were louder, the seagulls more annoying and the wind excruciatingly colder. I wrapped up tighter in my ill-prepared, summer attire and Ariane's beach towl and spent the rest of the night rocking back and forth like the autistic kid in Bruce Willis' Mercury Rising.
|Slept behind those box things behind the railing|
Soon it began getting light and at 5:45 we decided that we had to move before the town began to stir: the streets were already being cleaned and workers were arriving at work.
Smelling like hobo's we dusted ourselves off, gathered our rucksacks and jumped the railings onto the street. Where did we head? The only place that was open at that ridiculous hour. The beach.
We walked along the beach for a few hours, not feeling any warmer but able to laugh about the whole thing and recount the annoyances of the past night.
|Wish we had the £1 barbecue the night before-|
look at that flame!
|Breakfast on the beach. More Beans!|
Unable to face another night in the cold I asked the very Couchsurfer who (obviously thought we were completely nuts) offered us his place the previous day if we could crash at his.
|Our supplies from Poundland: Beans, cereal & cookies= £3|
|Passed out after beans for lunch!|