What's that name of that cartoon gorilla that wears a hat? You know the one. He has a sidekick, he's a little slow and has flower sticking out the side of his hat. Whatever his name is, this week I know what it's like to be him. All arms hanging lower than legs, backside out … Continue reading What’s his name…?
It’s all in the Rice
It's like reading your star sign. I tell myself it's not really real but if its good, I'm going to take it. A few weekends ago, on a Friday night stroll around Southbank, a friend walked into a Chinese Astrologer who read palms and saw the future in grains of rice. While my insides thought … Continue reading It’s all in the Rice
Coming Home
I have been home for two weeks, three days and four hours and the world has not ended nor has it miraculously developed in my absence. When you leave the only life you know for three months and believe your own self thoughts and transformations you think that things will be different when you get … Continue reading Coming Home
The End
In the immortal words of the doors, this is the end. While I am sitting in LAX and waiting for yet another flight, my trip is all but over. There are no more beaches, no more drinks and frivolity and no more dancing. No more ruins, (thank God) and no more 'so cheap, it's almost … Continue reading The End
Rafting
When I am at work I sometimes forget that people are generally good. That most of us are inherently good hearted and if something comes across as vindictive, spiteful or unjust it's most likely about their own insecurities rather than a direct reflection of me. In the heat of mid-term when I can't see out … Continue reading Rafting
You are Beautiful
As a Big Frilly Knicker Wearer you don't hear that phrase very often and when you do, you normally don't believe it anyway. There are people in your life that love you and tell you that and although they mean it, they've loved you so long you assume that they are blinded by your inner … Continue reading You are Beautiful
The Witch in the Mirror
Whether you want it to be or not, travel makes you introspective. From the amount of time you spend alone to the people you meet, you have no choice but to evaluate the person you have become or worse, the person you wish you were. There is one thing you have when you really travel … Continue reading The Witch in the Mirror
What I Forgot
It's the smell. That's the thing about travelling that you forget. That and the waiting. You spend the time between trips at home, dreaming, wishing that you could just go away. You sigh and fawn over other people's holiday photos on facebook, you google far away places on the chance you'll see something new and … Continue reading What I Forgot
Too Good to be True
There's one thing my Dad taught me that normally I subscribe to with blind faith. He said if it's too good to be true, it probably is. When traipsing across the other side of the planet, I may have found myself this week blinded by the billboards of Times Square and in less than ten … Continue reading Too Good to be True
The Hot Ladies
When you join a group tour a number of things can happen. True, you spend more time worrying about it than you do actually planning your trip but that's why you pay the exorbitant amount of money to holiday with strangers, isn't it? On arriving in the hotel room the day before departure, I was … Continue reading The Hot Ladies
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