I hope you all had a very merry Christmas. I still can't really believe that it's been and gone. It's 29th December and I'm the same weight that I was last week and I feel really healthy. That just isn't right for Christmas week. I've had Christmas with no turkey, no roasties, no mince pies, no pud and no Quality Street. My fridge isn't weighed down with leftovers and my stomach isn't groaning after weeks of over-indulgence. It's great!
In the lead up to Christmas, I heard a few festive tunes in shops but not very many. There are some decorations around, but it's much less noticeable than at home. Christmas trees, Santa and reindeer just don't look right against a sunny backdrop.
To get in the festive spirit, Emma and I went to Darling Harbour on Christmas Eve. We joined in the carols around the Christmas tree which was made us feel a bit more Christmassy. There were a few groups of people wearing Santa hats, tinsel and other festive accessories. Spot the Brits! After the carols, we sat on the harbourside with a glass of wine and watched the fireworks. It was a lovely to start our celebrations.
Christmas Day was spent at my friends' house with an eclectic group of fellow waifs and strays. Lunch was a fish barbeque. It was utterly delicious and so relaxed. No panic about getting everything in the oven at 8am! Unfortunately, it was a grey, drizzly day so I was really pleased that some traditions are international - the men stood outside barbequeing in the rain while the women sat inside chatting and drinking!
It was a lovely day, but it didn't really feel like Christmas. It should be cold, indulgent and with family really. But that's what I do every year, and this trip is all about doing something different. Whilst I've missed my family and friends, I haven't missed all the Christmas hype and panic. I just sailed through it with a smile on my face.
All in all, Christmas has been super-chilled. In fact, that's the overwhelming characteristic of my Aussie experience so far. It's too easy (my favourite Aussie expression)!
After volunteering in Cambodia and travelling alone through Vietnam, I keep thinking that my travels should be more challenging than this. I'm staying in a friend's apartment, catching up with mates who have moved here, and I'm generally enjoying living in Sydney for a while. It's great, but should I be looking for more testing experiences on my trip?
On the other hand, I have a tan to maintain and a surf lesson lined up. Maybe that's enough of a challenge for now.
Have a happy new year all.
Monday 28 December 2009
Friday 11 December 2009
WA road trip 2
This week I have mainly been on a tour of the south coast of Western Australia, from Perth to Esperance. What can I say but wow, wow, wow?! It was brilliant. I left the driving to a professional this time and sat back to enjoy the view from the minibus. Nice!
Day 1: Perth to Augusta
We drove out of Perth in glorious sunshine and headed to Busselton where we admired the longest pier in the southern hemisphere. Being from Southend which boasts the longest pier in the world, I can't say I was that impressed. However, the pure white sand and clear turquoise water surrounding it did impress me. Much as I love Sarfend, it really can't compete with that. Just to top it all off, an ironman contest was taking place. Fit men, beautiful beaches and glorious sunshine - I was in heaven. They had to tear me away from the place with the promise of wine and surfers later in the day!
We managed to cram in a national park, a brewery, a spot of shopping and time to laze on a windsurfer beach too. Three of us girls were really quite enthralled by the sight of 'hotties in wetties' (translation: hot men in wetsuits), and again we had to be enticed back to the bus. A pretty good start to the tour!
Days 2 and 3: Augusta - Albany - Esperance
Days two and three were grey, cloudy and quite chilly which was a shocker. I had to chuckle when the Russian girl in our party was complaining about the cold, especially as she'd been regaling us with tales of partying in temperatures of -54 degrees! We tried not to let the slight chill spoil our enjoyment of the Karri forest, hikes through great national parks and our exploration of the stunning scenery. I haven't climbed a tree since I was about 10, but I did here - the bicentennial tree (rather tall as it goes!)
Day 4: Esperance
Day four was an absolute beauty. The sun shone brightly for us in the lovely town of Esperance. We spent the day moving from one stunning beach to another. This town is so spoilt - not one but about eight beaches of breathtaking beauty. All of them have pure white sand and clear, clear sea. We were practically the only people on them too. Being a self-confessed beach babe, this was utter heaven for me. I have been swept away by the beaches in Esperance and the Ningaloo reef up north. Western Australia really does good beaches. Can Bondi compete? I shall find out next week.
Back in Perth
So now I'm back in Perth for a few days before flying to Sydney next week. I'm staying in Cottesloe beach to lap up my last days of WA beach life in the sunshine.
It certainly doesn't feel like Christmas is just around the corner. It's more hot, hot, hot than ho, ho, ho here!
Day 1: Perth to Augusta
We drove out of Perth in glorious sunshine and headed to Busselton where we admired the longest pier in the southern hemisphere. Being from Southend which boasts the longest pier in the world, I can't say I was that impressed. However, the pure white sand and clear turquoise water surrounding it did impress me. Much as I love Sarfend, it really can't compete with that. Just to top it all off, an ironman contest was taking place. Fit men, beautiful beaches and glorious sunshine - I was in heaven. They had to tear me away from the place with the promise of wine and surfers later in the day!
We managed to cram in a national park, a brewery, a spot of shopping and time to laze on a windsurfer beach too. Three of us girls were really quite enthralled by the sight of 'hotties in wetties' (translation: hot men in wetsuits), and again we had to be enticed back to the bus. A pretty good start to the tour!
Days 2 and 3: Augusta - Albany - Esperance
Days two and three were grey, cloudy and quite chilly which was a shocker. I had to chuckle when the Russian girl in our party was complaining about the cold, especially as she'd been regaling us with tales of partying in temperatures of -54 degrees! We tried not to let the slight chill spoil our enjoyment of the Karri forest, hikes through great national parks and our exploration of the stunning scenery. I haven't climbed a tree since I was about 10, but I did here - the bicentennial tree (rather tall as it goes!)
Day 4: Esperance
Day four was an absolute beauty. The sun shone brightly for us in the lovely town of Esperance. We spent the day moving from one stunning beach to another. This town is so spoilt - not one but about eight beaches of breathtaking beauty. All of them have pure white sand and clear, clear sea. We were practically the only people on them too. Being a self-confessed beach babe, this was utter heaven for me. I have been swept away by the beaches in Esperance and the Ningaloo reef up north. Western Australia really does good beaches. Can Bondi compete? I shall find out next week.
Back in Perth
So now I'm back in Perth for a few days before flying to Sydney next week. I'm staying in Cottesloe beach to lap up my last days of WA beach life in the sunshine.
It certainly doesn't feel like Christmas is just around the corner. It's more hot, hot, hot than ho, ho, ho here!
Wednesday 2 December 2009
Our WA road trip
28th November: Coral Bay, WA
What have I done today? I woke up to beautiful blue skies which developed into 38 degree sunshine. I walked along the most incredible beach with soft, white sand leading into deep blue sea interspersed with coral reef. Jealous yet?
I've driven up to Coral Bay on the Ningaloo Reef with my friend Em. We started in Freo near Perth, loaded our backpacks, day packs, smaller bags and ourselves into our two door Hyundai rental car and set off on our Thelma and Louise style adventure. We drove through suburbs and winelands, miles of arrid, bare earth varying from grey to brown to yellow to red.
We've stopped in small towns, at stunning beaches (one made entirely from cockleshells - the aptly named Shell Beach), at weird stone formations in the desert (the Pinnacles) and, thankfully, at petrol stations in the middle of nowhere where you expect tumbleweed to blow past at any moment. We've seen some strange creatures, especially in those random roadhouse petrol stations!
Fortunately, the only kangaroos we've seen have been roadkill. That's fortunate for me, not the poor deceased roo. Much as I love spotting wildlife, I really don't want to spot it splattered across the windscreen. The animal death toll on these roads is massive. Surely someone can teach the green cross code to wildlife.
I did a fabulous snorkelling trip where I swam with a manta ray - just amazing. Then I dived with a turtle and got nibbled by shoals of emperor fish. The other day I paddled with wild dolphins. Today we saw baby sharks swimming by the shore. Each day this week I've been blown away by natural beauty - and I don't mean the surfers!
We've reached our northernmost destination and it's time to start heading south again. On our Thelma and Louise adventure, we haven't yet shot anyone or encountered Brad Pitt but there's still time!
If reading this has made you a tad envious, there is a fly in the ointment. In fact, pesky flies are everywhere and they're incredibly persistent. They land on you and stay. Currently, one is on my eyelid and another on my lip. I may be buying a hat with corks yet...
What have I done today? I woke up to beautiful blue skies which developed into 38 degree sunshine. I walked along the most incredible beach with soft, white sand leading into deep blue sea interspersed with coral reef. Jealous yet?
I've driven up to Coral Bay on the Ningaloo Reef with my friend Em. We started in Freo near Perth, loaded our backpacks, day packs, smaller bags and ourselves into our two door Hyundai rental car and set off on our Thelma and Louise style adventure. We drove through suburbs and winelands, miles of arrid, bare earth varying from grey to brown to yellow to red.
We've stopped in small towns, at stunning beaches (one made entirely from cockleshells - the aptly named Shell Beach), at weird stone formations in the desert (the Pinnacles) and, thankfully, at petrol stations in the middle of nowhere where you expect tumbleweed to blow past at any moment. We've seen some strange creatures, especially in those random roadhouse petrol stations!
Fortunately, the only kangaroos we've seen have been roadkill. That's fortunate for me, not the poor deceased roo. Much as I love spotting wildlife, I really don't want to spot it splattered across the windscreen. The animal death toll on these roads is massive. Surely someone can teach the green cross code to wildlife.
I did a fabulous snorkelling trip where I swam with a manta ray - just amazing. Then I dived with a turtle and got nibbled by shoals of emperor fish. The other day I paddled with wild dolphins. Today we saw baby sharks swimming by the shore. Each day this week I've been blown away by natural beauty - and I don't mean the surfers!
We've reached our northernmost destination and it's time to start heading south again. On our Thelma and Louise adventure, we haven't yet shot anyone or encountered Brad Pitt but there's still time!
If reading this has made you a tad envious, there is a fly in the ointment. In fact, pesky flies are everywhere and they're incredibly persistent. They land on you and stay. Currently, one is on my eyelid and another on my lip. I may be buying a hat with corks yet...
G'day Western Australia
21st November: Perth, WA
Two days ago I waved a sad farewell to my cousin in Hong Kong, took a taxi, train, plane, bus and another train and arrived at Fremantle station to be greeted by my good friend Emma. We'll be travelling together in Oz which will be great - no more flying solo for a while.
I've been to Oz a few times before, but always to the east coast. Now's the time to discover if west really is best, as many have told me.
The first thing that strikes me in Oz is the vast size of it. It shouldn't surprise me, but it does. The roads seem wide. Shops, units and buildings seem so big. There are so many parks and open spaces. It makes me realise how cramped it is at home and in so many other parts of the world.
Then there's the Aussie friendliness. I exited Perth airport with my backpack, clearly looking vaguely lost. Within seconds, an incredibly helpful woman helped me find my best route to Freo (Fremantle - a suburb just south of Perth). She made it all so easy with her warmth and kindness. It was such a contrast to previous airport greetings in Asia where there's a frenzied descent of taxi drivers and touts vying for your trade, and in many cases, the opportunity to scam a naive tourist.
The other big surprise for me here is the high prices. With the current exchange rate, costs are about the same as the UK. After travelling in SE Asia, that hurts! I was able to live well for so little in Vietnam and Cambodia that I've got used to eating out. Price tags are irrelevant there as haggling is a national sport. That's not going to work here. I'm going to have to embrace the backpacker spirit, sleep in dormitory bunk beds and cook my instant noodles in the hostel's communal kitchen. Eek!
Fortunately, the sun is shining, the sky is blue and that costs nothing!
Two days ago I waved a sad farewell to my cousin in Hong Kong, took a taxi, train, plane, bus and another train and arrived at Fremantle station to be greeted by my good friend Emma. We'll be travelling together in Oz which will be great - no more flying solo for a while.
I've been to Oz a few times before, but always to the east coast. Now's the time to discover if west really is best, as many have told me.
The first thing that strikes me in Oz is the vast size of it. It shouldn't surprise me, but it does. The roads seem wide. Shops, units and buildings seem so big. There are so many parks and open spaces. It makes me realise how cramped it is at home and in so many other parts of the world.
Then there's the Aussie friendliness. I exited Perth airport with my backpack, clearly looking vaguely lost. Within seconds, an incredibly helpful woman helped me find my best route to Freo (Fremantle - a suburb just south of Perth). She made it all so easy with her warmth and kindness. It was such a contrast to previous airport greetings in Asia where there's a frenzied descent of taxi drivers and touts vying for your trade, and in many cases, the opportunity to scam a naive tourist.
The other big surprise for me here is the high prices. With the current exchange rate, costs are about the same as the UK. After travelling in SE Asia, that hurts! I was able to live well for so little in Vietnam and Cambodia that I've got used to eating out. Price tags are irrelevant there as haggling is a national sport. That's not going to work here. I'm going to have to embrace the backpacker spirit, sleep in dormitory bunk beds and cook my instant noodles in the hostel's communal kitchen. Eek!
Fortunately, the sun is shining, the sky is blue and that costs nothing!
Monday 16 November 2009
Hello Hong Kong
This week I have mainly been chilling out in Hong Kong with my lovely cousin Charlotte and her hubby, Martin. It's so different from my last few weeks. Being back in civilisation and relative normality is taking some getting used to. I've been talking to people who don't need to know my background and story as they already know it. I can go into the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea. I can sit on a sofa and watch TV. It's ace!
The first thing that struck me about Hong Kong when I arrived here is that it's so organised compared to my recent destinations. I got a train from the airport into town and it was spotless, efficient and quick. I got a taxi from the station. There was a taxi stand with somebody directing the cabs to passengers. I didn't have to haggle the price, check that the meter was running correctly or fear I was going to be taken to a random shop or hotel. I got in a cab, the fare was set, and the driver took me to my destination. Such a weird concept!
I found myself walking down the street the other day and I had to remind myself that I should be walking on the pavement rather than in the road. In Cambodia and Vietnam, there's rarely room for you to walk on the pavement. The pavement is where people park their motorbikes, cook food, eat on tiny plastic stools, beg, sell, sleep, but rarely just walk. I've got used to walking in the gutter, hoping not to be hit by one of the many motorbikes zooming past me.
I feel like I'm having a week off travelling. I've visited Hong Kong twice before, so I don't have my usual agenda of sightseeing. The temperature is about 10 degrees cooler here too which is a total shocker. I'm really unprepared too as I've only packed for sunshine. A chilblain started to develop on my finger within 36 hours!
We went to the Hong Kong Open golf tournament on Saturday. This trip is all about new experiences, but this wasn't one that I'd anticipated. It was really interesting wandering around the gorgeous course and watching men hit balls with sticks. I have to say that I was more intrigued by their fashion choices than their putting ability, but nevetheless it was another good first for me.
I have a few more days to relax and explore HK before I fly off to Perth, Australia. I'll enjoy the cooler temperature here while I can as Oz will be getting hot and hotter. Phew!
The first thing that struck me about Hong Kong when I arrived here is that it's so organised compared to my recent destinations. I got a train from the airport into town and it was spotless, efficient and quick. I got a taxi from the station. There was a taxi stand with somebody directing the cabs to passengers. I didn't have to haggle the price, check that the meter was running correctly or fear I was going to be taken to a random shop or hotel. I got in a cab, the fare was set, and the driver took me to my destination. Such a weird concept!
I found myself walking down the street the other day and I had to remind myself that I should be walking on the pavement rather than in the road. In Cambodia and Vietnam, there's rarely room for you to walk on the pavement. The pavement is where people park their motorbikes, cook food, eat on tiny plastic stools, beg, sell, sleep, but rarely just walk. I've got used to walking in the gutter, hoping not to be hit by one of the many motorbikes zooming past me.
I feel like I'm having a week off travelling. I've visited Hong Kong twice before, so I don't have my usual agenda of sightseeing. The temperature is about 10 degrees cooler here too which is a total shocker. I'm really unprepared too as I've only packed for sunshine. A chilblain started to develop on my finger within 36 hours!
We went to the Hong Kong Open golf tournament on Saturday. This trip is all about new experiences, but this wasn't one that I'd anticipated. It was really interesting wandering around the gorgeous course and watching men hit balls with sticks. I have to say that I was more intrigued by their fashion choices than their putting ability, but nevetheless it was another good first for me.
I have a few more days to relax and explore HK before I fly off to Perth, Australia. I'll enjoy the cooler temperature here while I can as Oz will be getting hot and hotter. Phew!
Sunday 15 November 2009
Beauty treats?
When you can get a salon treatment for the price of a skinny cappuccino, it's great to indulge in some pampering from time to time. Quite frankly, my body needs a few treats given what it's endured over the past few weeks in Vietnam and Cambodia.
Feet treats
A couple of times in Cambodia I decided to try and pretty up my feet, especially considering what they'd waded through on the farm. I started with a regular pedicure. I sat back in my comfy chair while my therapist crouched in the typical flat foot squat that Asian people adopt so easily. Try it, it really isn't so easy.
My feet were cleaned, then cleaned some more - clearly even she recognised the depth of dirt she was dealing with and decided to move on swiftly. Out came the colours. Now I'm normally a deep berry kind of girl, but I was out of luck. Acid green, lemon yellow, lurid pink or a 1980s bridesmaid shade of peach? Hmmm. I opted for a pink which was rather more luminous than I anticipated. However, this proved rather useful the following day when the tuk tuk broke down and I jumped out into a muddy ditch yet could still see a gleaming pink toenail shining through the cow dung!
Fishy feet treats
I'd heard tales of the legendary fish massage in Siem Reap, so I was eager to try it for myself. Picture a kind of paddling pool filled with little fish all waiting to nibble away on your feet. Why did I ever think this was going to be a treat? It was truly revolting. My friend Sarah and I sat poised on the edge of the pool, trying unsuccessfully to immerse our feet in the fishy water for quite some time. Every time our feet got near the water and enticed the fish towards us, we shrieked and pulled our feet away. Eventually I managed to get my feet just below the water, the fish gathered around and started nibbling away on my heels. It really wasn't pleasant. When they ventured up to the sole of my feet, that was it. I hate having my feet tickled by anyone, but by a fish... Sorry, it wasn't for me. Fish fingers, yes. Fish feet, definitely not.
"You want massaaaage lady?"
This phrase was heard fairly frequently and once or twice I accepted. Now I love a good firm massage, but be warned. Don't be fooled by the masseur's petite frame. Cambodian women are incredibly strong, and when they're kneeling on your buttocks, leaning their full body weight onto your shoulders, you could be forgiven for thinking that it was Mike Tyson back there rather than an 8 stone middle aged woman. As I was wondering whether to surrender, lift the white flag and admit defeat, the silence was broken by the tune of 'Happy birthday'. It was her mobile phone ringtone! Ignoring me, she started to chat animatedly. I began to relax, but then she laughed heartily into her phone whilst gazing at my near naked body. If she hadn't been still kneeling on my buttocks, I'd have run away!
Two for the price of one
My latest beauty treat really was an experience. In Saigon, I realised that I was due a wax. After negotiating a good price, I was introduced to my two therapists. Yes, two for the price of one! They set about waxing my legs with gusto. Brilliant - double speed, extra efficiency and over in no time.
Then they moved up. I may be a little sensitive, paranoid even, but the glances that they exchanged and the fevered chat that ensued as they tackled my bikini line was somewhat disconcerting. This continued for the next 20 minutes. Yes, 20 minutes of the sort of teeth sucking noises normally reserved for builders and plumbers who reckon 'it's gonna cost ya love'. Give me a touch of British reserve and chat about holidays from a beauty therapist any day!
I ran away from that beauty session feeling rather traumatised, but with extremely silky hair-free legs. I'm still not sure if it was a beauty trick or treat though...
Tuesday 10 November 2009
Vietnam: the final phase
So I've had a busy week or so in Hanoi. I went to Halong Bay for a 3 day boat trip which was great - definitely a highlight of my Vietnam trip. Halong Bay is just beautiful, if a little overcrowded with tourist boats. It's a shame that they've not embraced the 'green thing' over here yet, as this stunning place is getting full of litter. Despite that, sailing around the islands with gorgeous sunshine and clear blue skies overhead was a joy.
We had a day and a bit on a junk (surrounded by junk - ha ha!) and then we went to Cat Ba island. I managed to trek, scramble and climb my way to the peak in my Haviana flip flops. Not a feat to be recommended, but my tour guide assured me that it would be fine as he did it regularly. It was at about the halfway point that I twigged that he climbs like a mountain goat and I certainly don't! I managed it though and bumped into a woman who lives 5 minutes away from me at home. Small world eh?
Day 2 ended on Monkey Island where we had a private beach and I had my own little beach bungalow. Bliss! The evening kicked off with a 'floating bar' and happy hour. This involved us getting in lifebuoys, running into the sea to get a plastic mug of 'Monkey Island magic' from a mad Vietnamese guy in a polystyrene dinghy. The start to a very amusing evening with a great gang of people.
After Halong Bay, I took the night train to Sapa in north Vietnam. It's a mountainous area with many hill tribes. More trekking (in proper shoes this time) and exploring the stunning countryside. It looked rather like Switzerland so it was appropriate that I was adopted by an Austrian couple aged about 60. They were so sweet, but they did badger me constantly to apply suncream, drink water, eat more dinner, accompany them for an evening stroll, blah blah blah. I felt like a teenager on holiday with parents!
I'm back in Hanoi now and I've got two days to go before I fly off to Hong Kong to stay with my cousin Charlotte. I cannot tell you how excited I am about seeing her. I am longing to see a familiar face and relax on her sofa with some trashy mags and TV. Oh, and a cup of proper tea with proper milk (rather than the condensed milk that they use out here) would go down a treat. Simple pleasures eh?
Pip x
We had a day and a bit on a junk (surrounded by junk - ha ha!) and then we went to Cat Ba island. I managed to trek, scramble and climb my way to the peak in my Haviana flip flops. Not a feat to be recommended, but my tour guide assured me that it would be fine as he did it regularly. It was at about the halfway point that I twigged that he climbs like a mountain goat and I certainly don't! I managed it though and bumped into a woman who lives 5 minutes away from me at home. Small world eh?
Day 2 ended on Monkey Island where we had a private beach and I had my own little beach bungalow. Bliss! The evening kicked off with a 'floating bar' and happy hour. This involved us getting in lifebuoys, running into the sea to get a plastic mug of 'Monkey Island magic' from a mad Vietnamese guy in a polystyrene dinghy. The start to a very amusing evening with a great gang of people.
After Halong Bay, I took the night train to Sapa in north Vietnam. It's a mountainous area with many hill tribes. More trekking (in proper shoes this time) and exploring the stunning countryside. It looked rather like Switzerland so it was appropriate that I was adopted by an Austrian couple aged about 60. They were so sweet, but they did badger me constantly to apply suncream, drink water, eat more dinner, accompany them for an evening stroll, blah blah blah. I felt like a teenager on holiday with parents!
I'm back in Hanoi now and I've got two days to go before I fly off to Hong Kong to stay with my cousin Charlotte. I cannot tell you how excited I am about seeing her. I am longing to see a familiar face and relax on her sofa with some trashy mags and TV. Oh, and a cup of proper tea with proper milk (rather than the condensed milk that they use out here) would go down a treat. Simple pleasures eh?
Pip x
Hello Hanoi
Wednesday 4th November
Thanks for all of your emails. It's so good to hear all your news from home. It seems weird that it's getting cold and dark over there. The hotel receptionist here was complaining how cold it is here today as I sauntered out in a vest top and sunglasses. It really isn't cold - it's nearly thirty degrees!
I've had a great few days in Hoi An. It is such a lovely, quaint town. I spent ages just pottering round the streets full of tailor shops and art. I got to the beach which was beautiful and did a Vietnamese cookery course which was fun too. Be prepared to sample my new repertoire of dishes next year!
I had a few days to enjoy the sunshine before a big old storm hit on Monday. By Tuesday the river had spilled over its banks and flooded a couple of streets. The ever resourceful locals just pitched up in boats to take the tourists to the places that were under water.
I'm in Hanoi now and it's much nicer than I expected. Everybody told me that it was crazy busy and unbearable. After Phnom Penh and Ho Chi Minh City it seems ok to me. I've learnt how to cross the sea of traffic. Basically, you can step out in front of a motorbike but not a car, definitely not a 4x4 and only step in front of a 4x4 with a government numberplate if you have a death wish! I've spent the day wandering around the city sightseeing. I went to the Ho Chi Minh mausoleum but his body is in Russia being cleaned at the moment unfortunately. I still managed to see the mausoleum, the museum, sing the Ho Chi Minh theme tune and avoid buying the t-shirt. They're HCM mad here!
Anyway, I've just booked myself up for the rest of my time here so I have a plan. I'm off on a boat trip Thurs-Saturday around various islands in Halong bay. According to the tourism blurb, there's one that looks like a human head, one like a teapot and one like a cock (fowl or phallic?). I end up staying on Planet of the Apes (ok, monkey island!) for a night so I'll try to avoid going monkey nuts. Then I head off into the hills around Sapa for a few days to go trekking.
I'll let you know how it goes...
Thanks for all of your emails. It's so good to hear all your news from home. It seems weird that it's getting cold and dark over there. The hotel receptionist here was complaining how cold it is here today as I sauntered out in a vest top and sunglasses. It really isn't cold - it's nearly thirty degrees!
I've had a great few days in Hoi An. It is such a lovely, quaint town. I spent ages just pottering round the streets full of tailor shops and art. I got to the beach which was beautiful and did a Vietnamese cookery course which was fun too. Be prepared to sample my new repertoire of dishes next year!
I had a few days to enjoy the sunshine before a big old storm hit on Monday. By Tuesday the river had spilled over its banks and flooded a couple of streets. The ever resourceful locals just pitched up in boats to take the tourists to the places that were under water.
I'm in Hanoi now and it's much nicer than I expected. Everybody told me that it was crazy busy and unbearable. After Phnom Penh and Ho Chi Minh City it seems ok to me. I've learnt how to cross the sea of traffic. Basically, you can step out in front of a motorbike but not a car, definitely not a 4x4 and only step in front of a 4x4 with a government numberplate if you have a death wish! I've spent the day wandering around the city sightseeing. I went to the Ho Chi Minh mausoleum but his body is in Russia being cleaned at the moment unfortunately. I still managed to see the mausoleum, the museum, sing the Ho Chi Minh theme tune and avoid buying the t-shirt. They're HCM mad here!
Anyway, I've just booked myself up for the rest of my time here so I have a plan. I'm off on a boat trip Thurs-Saturday around various islands in Halong bay. According to the tourism blurb, there's one that looks like a human head, one like a teapot and one like a cock (fowl or phallic?). I end up staying on Planet of the Apes (ok, monkey island!) for a night so I'll try to avoid going monkey nuts. Then I head off into the hills around Sapa for a few days to go trekking.
I'll let you know how it goes...
Monday 2 November 2009
Vietnam: step 2
I'm now in Hoi An which is a really old quaint town in central Vietnam. I highly recommend it. I've been feeling very unsettled all week, getting used to travelling by myself, so I treated myself to a decent hotel. I arrived with the sun shining and a sun lounger by the pool calling to me. All is ok!
I've been to the beach which is gorgeous and spent hours pottering around the higgledy piggledy streets filled with tailor shops, art and ancient buildings.
There's so much I could buy here if I had some space in my rucksack. I took a shine to the people here when they started showering me with compliments. It didn't take long to realise that they were trying to entice me into their shop to have some clothes made. There's often a story of a dead mother or aunt to add some emotional gravitas to their sell too. I've got away reasonably unscathed with only the one tailor-made skirt - a midnight blue silk 50s style prom skirt. Not bad for about a fiver!
I did another cookery course too which was fun. Our teacher-chef was hilarious and kept coming out with peculiar English sayings like 'too many cooks spoil the broth'. He had a few wise words too such as'eating food without chilli is like making love without kissing and warning the men to wash their hands after chopping chillis and before going near their 'population stick'!
I have many more recipes to add to my repertoire now - spring rolls again, rice paper, Hoi An style pancakes, claypot casserole and banana leaf grilled fish. We also learnt vegetable decoration. It's clearly not a hidden talent of mine. I managed the tomato rose, but the cucumber fan was way beyond me!
I still feel a bit weird about travelling rather than working or volunteering and I do wonder how my students are doing. It's time to think about me now though. It's my 'me-ternity leave'after all.
Miss you
Pip x
I've been to the beach which is gorgeous and spent hours pottering around the higgledy piggledy streets filled with tailor shops, art and ancient buildings.
There's so much I could buy here if I had some space in my rucksack. I took a shine to the people here when they started showering me with compliments. It didn't take long to realise that they were trying to entice me into their shop to have some clothes made. There's often a story of a dead mother or aunt to add some emotional gravitas to their sell too. I've got away reasonably unscathed with only the one tailor-made skirt - a midnight blue silk 50s style prom skirt. Not bad for about a fiver!
I did another cookery course too which was fun. Our teacher-chef was hilarious and kept coming out with peculiar English sayings like 'too many cooks spoil the broth'. He had a few wise words too such as'eating food without chilli is like making love without kissing and warning the men to wash their hands after chopping chillis and before going near their 'population stick'!
I have many more recipes to add to my repertoire now - spring rolls again, rice paper, Hoi An style pancakes, claypot casserole and banana leaf grilled fish. We also learnt vegetable decoration. It's clearly not a hidden talent of mine. I managed the tomato rose, but the cucumber fan was way beyond me!
I still feel a bit weird about travelling rather than working or volunteering and I do wonder how my students are doing. It's time to think about me now though. It's my 'me-ternity leave'after all.
Miss you
Pip x
Goodbye Cambodia...Good Morning Vietnam
30th October: Vietnam
I am now in Vietnam on my own and it feels very strange. I don't know quite what to do with myself now that I don't have a routine, a role and people around me 24/7. It feels very decadent to just wake up in the morning and decide whether to go and visit some ancient temples, a museum or just get on a bus to another location.
I arrived in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) on Monday after a 6 hour bus journey from Phnom Penh. I thought Phnom Penh was full of motorbikes until I saw the sea of them hurtling towards me as the bus pulled into town. It's crazy! I went exploring on my first day though and it is actually a rather charming place, albeit a little busy. It has definite colonial influences and is a lot more developed than PP. I visited some of the main buildings and then went on to the war museum and independence palace. I think calling it a palace is slightly overdoing it. It's a pretty ugly 1960s government building which is still in the same state it was when it was liberated in the 70s. It was really interesting to find out more about the Vietnam war that I'm only aware of from US films. The war museum was so graphic - lots of photos and descriptions of torture and atrocities committed not so long ago.
I went on a 2 day tour of the Mekong Delta on a boat. I thought we'd be getting real insight into how people live in this area but instead we were marched from one souvenir stall to another. It did improve though. 10 of us opted for the homestay option which meant that we stayed with a local family for the night. How far out of my comfort zone was I with that one? We travelled there at about 7pm, so it was completely dark and we were led through alleyways, across fields and then onto rowing boats to take us down the river to the house. We were served a delicious dinner of elephant fish caught in the river, rice (of course), noodles and veg from their land. I slept on a bed made of concrete underneath a mozzie net and tried to ignore the random noises and shadows that I could see throughout the night. Fortunately there was a cockerel right outside my window to wake me up. Unfortunately it was 3am when he started to crow! By 5.30 we were all up and checking out the rice fields, watermelon crop and the orchard. By 7am we were back on the boats to explore floating markets, more villages and so on. I was so happy to be back in my hotel room by 6pm for a hot shower and a lie down!
So many places to visit and so many decisions to make. This travelling lark is hard I tell you!
Pip x
The final fling in Cambodia
26th October: Today is my last day in Cambodia. I can't believe it. More unbelievable is how much I do not want to leave this dirty, stinking place. What a difference a few weeks makes.
I've had a pretty amazing weekend to end on though. On Saturday, Sarah and I did a Cambodian cookery class. It started with a tour of the market where our guide told us about the local fruits, veg and herbs and how to cook with them. I wasn't quite so keen on the tour of the dried fish stall, live chickens and eels and the duck embryo stall. Duck embryo is a local delicacy and you see them selling it on the streets. The idea of it is utterly revolting and I think I may rather eat my own eyeball (and that's coming from somebody who ate a tarantula 4 weeks ago!)
Back at our rooftop cookery school, we made a series of dishes including spring rolls, a delicious fish amok, banana flower salad and sticky rice with mango. I will never underestimate what goes into a curry or amok again. Faced with the biggest pestle and mortar I have ever encountered, we had to pound the herbs, spices and lime into a paste. It was bloody hard work I can tell you! Haven't they heard of a food processor? Anyway, we were very proud of our final efforts, especially my enviable banana leaf basket containing a delectable fish amok. Do Tescos sell banana leaves?
Sunday was the day we'd all been waiting for - the wedding. Our camp guesthouse owner invited us to attend his adopted son's wedding. We were oh so honoured until we learned that we were among the 600+ guests. The day started at 6am sharp, when we were ushered onto a bus to the bridal house. There we all had to collect a gift on a silver platter. I carried pomegranates. Others had oranges, bananas, sweets or (my favourite) 4-packs of Tiger beer! Pomegranates had to walk with pomegranates, bananas with bananas and so forth. We processed through the streets to the venue - a kind of Cambodian marquee in the street. The groom arrived with his groomsmen in their first outfits - smart jackets with sarongs tied like a kind of nappy cum trouser. It made us laugh to notice that their actual trousers were rolled up to the knee underneath.
We all had breakfast together - a rice and meat soup (bit much at 8am to be honest) and then ceremony number 1 started. There were several ceremonies and dress changes and I won't go into them all. One involved the bride and groom cutting each other's hair and then having their hair cut my guests. I think she was wearing a hairpiece but he certainly wasn't. I half expected him to end up with some cool shaving in the back of his head, but no. By 12pm we were done in. There was loads of hanging around in between ceremonies. Fortunately we had a few hours break before the big party in the evening.
600 of the bride and groom's closest friends (ahem) celebrated with them at a riverside hotel. I say that we celebrated with them, but that's not entirely true. The bridal party stood outside greeting people from 4pm until after 8pm. Soon after 9pm, they were back outside to say goodbye to people as they began to leave! Inside, we were guided to a table and took in the wonderfully kitsch decorations. We were fed several courses of food and lots of drinks. Unfortunately, although they said that wine was on the menu, it was wine of the Johnnie Walker variety!
It was just fascinating to watch the men get so drunk. They really knock it back. Women don't drink unless they're sluts apparently - oops! Dancing began and there was some sort of Cambodian conga. At least, that's the way I saw it. I really don't know how the women bend their hands backwards so beautifully though. Mine just don't do that. The bride and groom rushed in for a quick dance and an awkward peck on the cheek before hurrying back outside again. We had a brilliant time and it was a great last night in Cambodia.
It's only been 5 weeks but it has been one of the most memorable experiences of my life. I have learnt so much and been through so many different emotions, challenges and rewarding highs. I don't want to get off this ride now...
Sunday 1 November 2009
Goodbye kids...
24th October: Phnom Penh
Friday was my last day at the orphanage. We 3 volunteers decided to all wear our 'I love Cambodia' T-shirts which amused us possibly more than the kids. I took in a second hand stereo for them and a pile of dodgy CDs that I bought in the market. I got some requests from the kids beforehand, so I can only apologise for actually buying Sean Kingston, Britney and a few other choice albums. I presented it to the co-ordinator and his response was 'how much did it cost?' Errr, I think 'thank you' would be the correct response here. Grrr...
My morning class were fairly underwhelmed by my departure and only seemed to show emotion when I produced a bag of sweets. I did get a few lovely messages from them though. For those of you wondering about 'needle girl', she made me a beautiful card with an origami flower. She wrote me a note saying how sad she was that I was leaving, asking me to come back and never to forget her. You know what, I don't think I will. Oh - she also showed me a picture of a sewing machine that she wanted, but I'm not that much of a sucker!
We got all the kids playing with a multi-coloured parachute which was brilliant. They were so excited and we had such fun. My afternoon students were great. They taught me how to make very delicate flowers and butterflies out of wire and netting. I made an effort but I think I shall leave them to it in future. The ones that they presented to me were really gorgeous. They all keep asking when I'll be back and I feel rather callous saying 'probably never'.
So after lots of hugs, I left the kids and the farm orphanage for the last time in the tuk tuk, feeling a whole wave of different emotions. Two minutes later we were stuck in the mud and had to push the tuk tuk out. I really am going to miss this place!
More tales from Cambodia
12th October: Phnom Penh
I meant to write more regularly, but there's always so much to do and so much to say. I will endeavour to update more.
This work lark is knackering! This should be my last week volunteering, but I've decided to extend it for another week. I've made some good friends here and I don't feel ready to leave them or the farm to go exploring on my own yet. Weirdly, the thought of just travelling seems a little self-indulgent after this experience. Yes, I am racking up the halo points and I'd better be on the fasttrack to heaven after all this!
My plan now is to go up to Siem Reap on Fri for a long weekend (til Mon) and visit Angkor Wat and the other amazing sights up there. I'll then head back here and work Tues-Fri before setting off to Saigon on the Saturday.
I have been so lucky with the people that have been volunteering with me. We've all got on brilliantly and seem to have similar outlooks even though our ages range from 21 up to the granny that is me. From day 1 we've gelled. I appreciate this even more since new people started a week or so ago. So many of them seem really immature, naive and high maintenance. Three girls arrived to work on the farm. They have moaned constantly about the heat and the dirt, they won't try any local food or try to understand the Cambodian people and they sanitise their hands every 2 mins as they're terrified of catching germs. Why come to Cambodia if you can't cope with heat, dirt and a different culture? Usually by 10am, I have mud (and probably cow poo) squelching between my toes, sweat dripping down my back and a nit-infested orphan clinging on to me. You just have to get on with it. That's what we're here for. Sorry for the rant, but they're so annoying!
I've been learning more about the kids' backgrounds now too. Some of it is quite difficult to take. Tales of kids whose parents were killed in traffic accidents, died of cancer, AIDS or other diseases. Many have parents who can't afford to keep the kids at home.
One of my teen students has been confiding in me. She has a family up north but they can't afford to educate her so she's been sent to the orphanage in the hope of giving her a better life. Her 3 brothers and 2 sisters are still at home and she misses them terribly but knows that she must focus on study. She wants to be a fashion designer. I bought her a sketchpad and some pencils and she came running over to me this morning with a whole host of new dress designs that she'd done over the weekend. She also made me a bracelet the other day out of woven threads and she'd put Pippa - Lucky on it. So sweet of her - and it really made me blub. The other day she revealed that she's been cutting herself. She has a couple of moles on her face and she thinks they're ugly, so she tried to cut one out with a needle. I told her that we call them beauty spots and that they are a mark of beauty. I came in the next day and she'd cut a 2nd one out with a needle. So much for my words of wisdom!
I wish you could have seen me last Friday. Suzanne (another volunteer and now pal) and I were asked to work on the farm. We had to plough a field to get it ready for sowing new crops. We looked around for machinery, but all they have are hoes, picks and rakes. We had to dig up the earth and then weed it all by hand. This experience is certainly challenging.
Five of us went to the beach (Sihanoukville) at the weekend. It was great to get away from the city for a few days. We took a taxi down there on Fri night - $8 each for a 4 hour journey! You couldn't get from Oxford Circus to Covent Garden for that. Unfortunately we woke up on Sat morning to the sound of heavy rain. Being Brits (and a couple of Aussies), we went to the beach anyway. We managed to get a few hours of intermittent sunshine, plus another heavy downpour.
The white sand was just lovely and the sea was nice, even though it's all quite churned up and choppy at the mo. Like much of Cambodia, it all just needs smartening up. The worst part was the hassle that you get from sellers. We felt like pied pipers as more and more women and kids followed us along the beach trying to sell stuff. They won't give up and sat with us constantly pestering us to buy bracelets, manicures, pedicures, scarves etc for the best part of an hour. In the end, I let them thread my eyebrows for $2 much to the amusement of the others. They were pretty rough on the manhandling front and I now have the bruised eyelid to prove it.
Anyway, that's about it from me for now. Please keep your news coming. I hate being cut off from you all.
Pip x
Week 1: I survived
26th September: Phnom Penh
So it's the end of my first week (feels like a month) and it's been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. I can't believe it was only a week ago that I was sipping bubbly in Hoxton and wearing high heels. It's another world away!
I'm staying in a guesthouse in central Phnom Penh which is pretty good (basic but ok). I've got my own room and bathroom which is a bonus as some others are sharing. There have been about 12 volunteers together this week, but several went home today and we won't get more for another week. Most are in their twenties but I suspect one is over 30 and there was a woman of 60 here last week too. We all get along well which is great, so we go for dinner together and help each other to plan lessons.
There are 3 projects out here - the farm orphanage, the 'library' and SECOLT. They're all for orphans, street kids etc but of different ages and abilities. Some have kids there full time and others just provide extra lessons when they're not at school. I'm on the farm project. Some of the orphans actually do have family, but they can't afford to look after them. A grandmother brought her grandson to the farm this week which I found quite hard to deal with.
There were 4 volunteers on the farm but one dropped out after the first day. I'm teaching the advanced class which is mainly 15-20 year olds. The bonus with that is that they can speak a bit of English - a real advantage when my Khymer is rather limited. The downside is that I thought I'd be teaching nursery rhymes and making sock puppets, instead I'm bluffing my way through conversations about Beyonce and hip hop!
We get picked up at 8am by tuk tuk (motorbike tuk tuk) and travel over to the farm (about 40 mins away). The roads get progressively worse as we go on. On day 1 the driver made us walk the last 100 yards or so as the road was so bad after the rain in the night. Picture me in flip flops, squelching through muddy potholes in the track which were probably about 80% cow dung! Great start to the day.
We won't be teaching in the mornings until the term starts properly in October, but we do teach from 1.30 - 3 in the afternoon. We make sure to finish on the dot of 3 and jump on our tuk tuk out of there to be home by around 4ish to recover and scrub ourselves clean.
The farm supervisors are so disorganised here that we spend a lot of time sitting around doing nothing. The Cambodians break from 11.30 - 1.30 which frustrates the hell out of us as we'd rather be busy. We've kicked up a fuss, saying that we're here to help and do more. Now, they're getting us to help on the farm and with chores. The good thing is that it means that I mix with lots of the other kids who are keen to help us garden, paint or clean. My down day was Thursday when we had to treat the kids for headlice. There were 2 of us with 50 lice-ridden kids, bottles of nit shampoo and a nit comb. It really was not my finest experience - the kids are just riddled with them and no doubt I will be too by the end of a month!
I'm getting used to being called 'Char' by the kids (short for teacher!) and generally manhandled by them as they all want your attention. The kids are so happy though. They play with each other and have great fun with next to nothing. No need for DVDs, Wiis and DSs when you've got a few rocks, a puppy and a younger child to throw around! The scary thing is that kids of about my 4 year old nephew Barney's size are aged 10+. I can't get over it. The youngest child is 6 and I thought they were about 2. They are just tiny.
Teaching is going ok but it does make me sweat. Mind you, that's pretty much a constant here at the moment as it is so humid. My hair is not coping with these conditions though and it is getting bigger and curlier by the day - it's the humidity!!
Anyway, it's Saturday today and I'm so glad it's the weekend. To relax after our first traumatic week, 3 of us have been to The Killing Fields and S-21 (the prison during the Polpot regime). Oh my god, it is such an eye opener. I can't believe the torture and atrocities that happened here only 30 years ago. At the killing fields, the soil is being eroded and there were bits of clothing, teeth and bone poking through the ground. It was like something out of a horror film. Fascinating, but really disturbing and I feel awful that I don't know more about this history.
Phnom Penh is really busy (motorbikes and tuk tuks everywhere). Crossing roads isn't easy, you just walk and hope for the best. The divide between rich and poor is shocking too. You either live in a shack or a rich, ornate house. You have a motorbike or a massive 4x4. It's filthy here too. However, the people are friendly and helpful. They really want to learn English and make their country more prosperous. I'm looking forward to getting out of the city and seeing more of Cambodia. This isn't magical like Cape Town or Sydney, but it is so interesting to discover more about the history and its effect on the country.
Highlights so far:
- Spotting how many random things people stack on the back of their motorbike. Best spots include 6 people on one bike, a woman breastfeeding her baby with 3 other adults also on the same bike and a couple carrying home their cash and carry produce on a bike. Monks on a motorbike never fail to amuse.
- Beautiful Khmer food - beef lok lak, fish amoy and banana flower salad in particular. I'm hoping to do a Cambodian cookery course while I'm here.
So it's the end of my first week (feels like a month) and it's been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. I can't believe it was only a week ago that I was sipping bubbly in Hoxton and wearing high heels. It's another world away!
I'm staying in a guesthouse in central Phnom Penh which is pretty good (basic but ok). I've got my own room and bathroom which is a bonus as some others are sharing. There have been about 12 volunteers together this week, but several went home today and we won't get more for another week. Most are in their twenties but I suspect one is over 30 and there was a woman of 60 here last week too. We all get along well which is great, so we go for dinner together and help each other to plan lessons.
There are 3 projects out here - the farm orphanage, the 'library' and SECOLT. They're all for orphans, street kids etc but of different ages and abilities. Some have kids there full time and others just provide extra lessons when they're not at school. I'm on the farm project. Some of the orphans actually do have family, but they can't afford to look after them. A grandmother brought her grandson to the farm this week which I found quite hard to deal with.
There were 4 volunteers on the farm but one dropped out after the first day. I'm teaching the advanced class which is mainly 15-20 year olds. The bonus with that is that they can speak a bit of English - a real advantage when my Khymer is rather limited. The downside is that I thought I'd be teaching nursery rhymes and making sock puppets, instead I'm bluffing my way through conversations about Beyonce and hip hop!
We get picked up at 8am by tuk tuk (motorbike tuk tuk) and travel over to the farm (about 40 mins away). The roads get progressively worse as we go on. On day 1 the driver made us walk the last 100 yards or so as the road was so bad after the rain in the night. Picture me in flip flops, squelching through muddy potholes in the track which were probably about 80% cow dung! Great start to the day.
We won't be teaching in the mornings until the term starts properly in October, but we do teach from 1.30 - 3 in the afternoon. We make sure to finish on the dot of 3 and jump on our tuk tuk out of there to be home by around 4ish to recover and scrub ourselves clean.
The farm supervisors are so disorganised here that we spend a lot of time sitting around doing nothing. The Cambodians break from 11.30 - 1.30 which frustrates the hell out of us as we'd rather be busy. We've kicked up a fuss, saying that we're here to help and do more. Now, they're getting us to help on the farm and with chores. The good thing is that it means that I mix with lots of the other kids who are keen to help us garden, paint or clean. My down day was Thursday when we had to treat the kids for headlice. There were 2 of us with 50 lice-ridden kids, bottles of nit shampoo and a nit comb. It really was not my finest experience - the kids are just riddled with them and no doubt I will be too by the end of a month!
I'm getting used to being called 'Char' by the kids (short for teacher!) and generally manhandled by them as they all want your attention. The kids are so happy though. They play with each other and have great fun with next to nothing. No need for DVDs, Wiis and DSs when you've got a few rocks, a puppy and a younger child to throw around! The scary thing is that kids of about my 4 year old nephew Barney's size are aged 10+. I can't get over it. The youngest child is 6 and I thought they were about 2. They are just tiny.
Teaching is going ok but it does make me sweat. Mind you, that's pretty much a constant here at the moment as it is so humid. My hair is not coping with these conditions though and it is getting bigger and curlier by the day - it's the humidity!!
Anyway, it's Saturday today and I'm so glad it's the weekend. To relax after our first traumatic week, 3 of us have been to The Killing Fields and S-21 (the prison during the Polpot regime). Oh my god, it is such an eye opener. I can't believe the torture and atrocities that happened here only 30 years ago. At the killing fields, the soil is being eroded and there were bits of clothing, teeth and bone poking through the ground. It was like something out of a horror film. Fascinating, but really disturbing and I feel awful that I don't know more about this history.
Phnom Penh is really busy (motorbikes and tuk tuks everywhere). Crossing roads isn't easy, you just walk and hope for the best. The divide between rich and poor is shocking too. You either live in a shack or a rich, ornate house. You have a motorbike or a massive 4x4. It's filthy here too. However, the people are friendly and helpful. They really want to learn English and make their country more prosperous. I'm looking forward to getting out of the city and seeing more of Cambodia. This isn't magical like Cape Town or Sydney, but it is so interesting to discover more about the history and its effect on the country.
Highlights so far:
- Spotting how many random things people stack on the back of their motorbike. Best spots include 6 people on one bike, a woman breastfeeding her baby with 3 other adults also on the same bike and a couple carrying home their cash and carry produce on a bike. Monks on a motorbike never fail to amuse.
- Beautiful Khmer food - beef lok lak, fish amoy and banana flower salad in particular. I'm hoping to do a Cambodian cookery course while I'm here.
Packing it all in
September 2009: my flat
'I can't do this' is the thought running through my brain. I have a wardrobe and drawers stuffed full of clothes, and only a small rucksack to fill. I've already packed up my entire flat and life into cardboard boxes and transported them to my wonderfully obliging parents. I'm leaving behind my home and everybody that I love to travel. Sounds exciting, but I have a rather sick feeling in my stomach now that the time is drawing near. Six months away sounded like a great idea earlier this year, now I'm not so sure!
After many attempts at packing and repacking, I finally close the rucksack. I really wish I had room for an extra pair of shoes, a few more tops and a couple of dresses though. No heels. No hairdryer. Only a tiny make up bag. Eek!
I shut the door on my flat and try not to think about the state my cream carpet will be in next time I see it. It's going to be somebody else's home for a while.
After tears, hugs and emotional goodbyes, I finally head off on a plane from London Heathrow to Bangkok and then Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
Here I go...
'I can't do this' is the thought running through my brain. I have a wardrobe and drawers stuffed full of clothes, and only a small rucksack to fill. I've already packed up my entire flat and life into cardboard boxes and transported them to my wonderfully obliging parents. I'm leaving behind my home and everybody that I love to travel. Sounds exciting, but I have a rather sick feeling in my stomach now that the time is drawing near. Six months away sounded like a great idea earlier this year, now I'm not so sure!
After many attempts at packing and repacking, I finally close the rucksack. I really wish I had room for an extra pair of shoes, a few more tops and a couple of dresses though. No heels. No hairdryer. Only a tiny make up bag. Eek!
I shut the door on my flat and try not to think about the state my cream carpet will be in next time I see it. It's going to be somebody else's home for a while.
After tears, hugs and emotional goodbyes, I finally head off on a plane from London Heathrow to Bangkok and then Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
Here I go...
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