tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37481582887812316622024-03-05T14:50:41.378-08:00Someone once told me, it's all about building yourself, not finding yourselfAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-71320529176912580532015-10-02T07:18:00.000-07:002015-10-02T07:18:07.266-07:00Goodbye Thailand. Hello Jordan.Thailand was great, don't get me wrong. But there were things I didn't like so much, nearly being mugged on my first day in Bangkok (don't worry he didn't get anything as he was a tiny man and I stood my ground), the spiders also, not a fan. However, the islands <i>were</i> beautiful (Thanks Jim Carrey for helping me to always spell that correctly). I met some great people and had some amazing food but now it was time for some history, it was time to head to the Middle East.<div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-78484597071934795342015-04-01T05:44:00.000-07:002015-04-01T05:44:30.937-07:00I need a focus!If you read my last post you may know that I recently left my job, so now I am currently looking for work! However that being said I am tempted on starting my own business, because at the ripe old ages of 23 I'm already sick of other people being my boss.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-57719852002626906502015-03-31T11:29:00.000-07:002015-03-31T11:29:48.632-07:00Well I've missed a few months...So after months of not writing a post I decided today was the day,<br />
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After coming back from my second trip (which you can find out about in my other blog) I had ended up settling down I guess, I felt pretty steady in myself after starting college and in my relationship, which is a good thing! I ended up changing job again to a local bar and restaurant which was going well... until the time came for payday and low and behold I hadn't been paid. Day 1 no pay. Day 5 no pay. Day 15 NO PAY. In a job where you get paid monthly you expect to get paid on time. Especially when you work your arse off over Christmas for your bosses. Not only that but I had been told I didn't fall into the bracket to make the first months pay so ended up having to wait for the month after. Great right? So around 17 days into the 2nd month of employment I finally get paid, and at this point I can't just walk out because I'm already 17 days in hand for next months pay!<br />
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So after countless staff chasing their pay (why the hell should you have to chase your own money?) we get promises that this month (month 3) it won't happen and we will get paid on time. I walked in the morning of payday to find all the staff sat around, I looked around at all those unhappy faces and can you guess what the chorus of voices said? Yep. That's right. "No ones been paid." Again. For weeks we all chased our money eventually I received my pay nearly <u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">two hundred pounds short</u>.<br />
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Now call me old fashioned but not paying your staff is one thing but bills to keep the restaurant open? Well that's another thing. We received countless calls with threats of cancellation of internet and phone line, deliveries refusing to leave until we paid cash and from what I've heard since leaving deliveries will not even bring stock anymore from lack of payment <i>and</i> not to mention council tax hasn't been paid either.<br />
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So where was all the money <i>going</i>? Well it turns out the owners have bought another restaurant and are putting all <i><u>their</u></i> money into that, funny that isn't it? What kind of f*****g idiot does it take to realize that if you stop paying your staff at your current business, who are making you the f*****g money in the first place they're probably going to walk out. How these people run businesses is beyond me. People in the service industry work long hours, some do Christmas, some do New Years Eve and still not an ounce of thanks is ever received.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-13449554993858302382014-09-15T00:28:00.001-07:002014-09-15T00:30:04.324-07:00Chosen a path<p dir=ltr>So after last week's post about indecision I took control regardless of the situation and went for the college course, and I start my induction TODAY.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I feel slightly nervous but not half as much as I thought I would, I think its because I decided (<i>eventually) </i>myself. The only thing now is finding a job to fit in with the night course, not that I really wanted to do a bar job again. But it also means I can't do anymore television jobs... Shame really because it was pretty fun, if a little tiring.</p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-31260901379925280112014-08-31T05:09:00.000-07:002014-09-01T08:17:54.416-07:00Indecision <p dir=ltr>So it's been another busy week! I've lately got to the point of my working life where I've realized I'm not sure what I want to continue doing, I'n not old enough yet for a midlife crisis but I'm a firm believer in the quarter life crisis! I've gone from working in shops (<i>The</i> most terribly boring thing ever) to working in Bars (Exciting but say goodbye to your social life) to working in television production. Now I know that's a good albeit hard industry to get into, but once again it takes up so much of your time, it doesn't really leave you any spare time. However, that being said with it being a freelance job you do have stints of work then A LOT of free time.</p>
<p dir=ltr>So, like I said, I've come to the point where I'm thinking of doing something else. Being a pretty creative person I've always been drawn to films, stories and games and being someone who has <i>not</i> gone to university or to a college yet I'm starting to think that maybe I should pursue one of those. I've found a course being held locally (in Manchester) that teaches game development, this being a part time diploma course means that I can also work at the same time, however in order to have the time to study I cant continue my television production career path, neither any kind of bar job as both require too much time. And joy to me that means I need to find a day job. Woo. So either an office job or something of that ilk I guess. </p>
<p dir=ltr>The dilemma I've got to is, is it worth going into another career or continue and pursue further my television production career. People study all sorts to get a break into that kind of career and I'm turning it down? Or is it worth my time going to college to find something? I really don't know. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Today I ended up taking the leap and sending an application into a game design course, I'll let you know how it goes! </p>
<p dir=ltr>Anyone else have this sort of thing or any guidance? Even any questions feel free to drop me a message!</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-49354574604380307592014-07-30T13:36:00.001-07:002014-07-30T13:38:38.232-07:00Scripts and stories<p dir="ltr">Today marks another day of story writing, another section of my brain forcing its way out. With the help of list making suggested by the wisest person I know (yoga and all round universe master Susan Lancaster, my aunt) I've managed to get in order some things, mainly the ideas that I <i>can </i>progress in my current status; The scripting and story writing. Trying my hand at sci-fi is a little different to be honest, although the idea I have is a great one. Promise. That wasn't sarcasm just to clarify. Seriously make lists they help! Make some schedule of what you can achieve NOW, then you begin to tackle the big things in small increments. Trust me. </p>
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<p dir=ltr>Anyone else get like this? Message me about it! Who knows maybe we could work some ideas!</p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-90577245074216942362014-07-27T03:00:00.000-07:002014-07-27T03:09:42.513-07:00Musical ProgressSo after the other day's post Rick, Adam and Myself set off again to the musical grindstone. The progress we actually made was to piece together our music for an advertisement for that elusive member that we've been seeking, someone to join us and slave away over a hot bass all day until the perfect musical cake is baked. I'm hungry. I want cake. So, not only did we reorder some of our tracks into a montage kind of order we also set up a bunch of cameras to record us playing, which in turn will be clipped together with the tracks over the top to literally make an advertisement!<br />
On another note we decided to record ourselves on video on the hottest day of the year. In a small room. With lots of amplifiers. So you can imagine how delightfully cool it was. Yeah, sweating all about the place. Adam was so happy to be on film behind the kit.<br />
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Over the next week or so we'll not only be putting the video together but also reworking our logo into HD for a nice little animation towards the end of the video, all in all we're particularly excited to get this stuff released! You can follow us on Twitter by clicking <a href="http://www.twitter.com/arcanistband">here</a> or you can like and follow us on Facebook by clicking <a href="http://www.facebook.com/arcanistband">here</a> to see the update once its uploaded! <br />
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HazzAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-57957914159232159672014-07-25T12:21:00.001-07:002014-07-25T12:36:19.250-07:00WHERE IS ALL THE BASS?! <p dir=ltr>So for any other musician readers you will probably find the same problem as me and my band <a href="http://www.Twitter.com/arcanistband">Arcanist</a>, the lack of Bassists. Or Drummers for that matter, however me being lucky I managed to find two brothers, Richard and Adam Corrie who are both ridiculously talented at their instruments. And not to mention their Dad who has the "go for it" attitude meaning he doesn't mind us playing loud to keep up with the volume of Adam's acoustic drum kit. We've been searching unsuccessfully now for a Bassist for about 6/7 months! And if you've been in that situation you may know that sometimes the engines of writing can come to a halt. I think location is a huge factor when it comes to music, especially living in smaller towns or rural areas like we do, although saying that I've made a point of posting ads as much as I can around Manchester and even online band sites to try and find someone to complete our lineup. During the writing and recording section of music a full band is not always essential, that being said it's still a huge help to have another creative input, however once you get to the performance stage of things its starts to get a little harder, involving playing to various clicks, tracks and click tracks! With all that being said we are still hoping that one day soon the right Bass player will come along, if you or anyone you know is from the area around Manchester in the UK and is particularly skilled at playing please get intouch with us! Even if you'd only like to be a session bassist or even just performance it'd still be great to hear from you. If you're feeling generous you'd could click <a href="http://www.Twitter.com/arcanistband">here</a> and follow us ok Twitter to find out when we find what we're looking for or even like us on Facebook by clicking <a href="http://www.facebook.com/arcanistband">here</a>. We look forward to sharing our unusual blend of music with you guys!<br>
<font color ="#000000">Hazz</font></p>
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I know what you're thinking, not something you want to get close to right? Just for size relevance it must of been about six or seven inches leg to leg. The stuff of nightmares. Don't get me wrong I'm no arachnophobe but once they get over an inch long they're not something I want to share a room with. And, that my friends brings me to a lovely little "life event". I came back from the pool one night to shower before bed and as I walked into my bathroom, which I'll clarify as a "wet room" as it seemed all bathrooms in Thailand just had a shower on one wall with a grate for the water to escape through, usually the opposite corner. So, as I stepped in the first thing I noticed was that the grate had moved, dipped in like something heavy had pushed it down and then I noticed it, a rather large spider just relaxing on my wall. It's legs spread out to make it look just that little bit bigger. It literally stopped me in my tracks, frozen in the doorway. I stood staring for a moment waiting for it to scuttle towards me to which I'd freak out and probably run around the hut. But, it didn't move. I did not feel up to dealing with it, so I just shut the door and placed a towel along the bottom of the door, I did <i style="font-weight: bold;">not</i> want to share a bed with it. That night was mostly spent grasping various parts of my leg as if every itch was it wrapping itself around my leg like the Facehugger from the Alien films.<br />
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The next morning came and upon checking the bathroom, that lovely eight legged fellow was still lingering. Closer to the drain this time though so I thought he might be leaving. The main thing I was worried about obviously was getting bitten by a spider in a tropical place, because my knowledge doesn't span as much into poisonous spiders on this side of the world, I mean I know a few to be wary of but I wasn't sure of this one. So do I kill it? I don't really like killing things I more for catching things and letting them go, live and let live and all that. But, I don't want to try and catch it if it's going to bite me and while I'm unconscious lay eggs in my eyeballs. It's a moral dilemma. In the end I asked Joy at the bar if they do have any particularly toxic spiders which could do someone serious hard and it turns out they don't.<br />
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Which made me feel a whole lot better meaning they just had huge fangs to kill with. So armed with that knowledge I headed back to my hut. <i>How do I get it out?</i> Having a lack of boxes or cups and magazines I decided to, as stupid as it sounds to splash water from the sink at it. Manly I know. The spider however after a while of scuttling towards the grate thought,<br />
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Seeing this Island definitely made me want to see more, the bugs definitely were not enough to put me off. Koh Phangan was a great place and was becoming westernised which is not necessarily a good or bad thing. But it is changing. Also if you ever seen the film The Beach with Leonardo Dicaprio it is actually based on an island near Koh Phangan on the eastern gulf of Thailand. You're wrong I hear you shout, it was on Koh Phi Phi on the western side of the country! But, trust me, for sure it was filmed there on the gorgeous beach on Koh Phi Phi, but apparently the real island is on the eastern side. Why did I not go there you may ask yourself, well during my time in Chiang Mai before I chose which island to fly to, there was actually another earthquake which had the same epicentre as the 2004 earthquake which decimated the islands lying on the western coast of Thailand. With the 2004 quake being one of the most devastating events to happen, it actually caused the entire earth to shake 1cm, I know that doesn't sound much but, just let that settle in. The <b style="font-style: italic;">ENTIRE PLANET </b>moved due to a one earthquake. The quake this time was caused by the tectonic plates sliding against one another rather than pushing upwards, luckily this didn't cause another wave, but for the peace of mind I chose the eastern side.<br />
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I was invited by Mark and Tamara to join them to move to the next island Koh Tao, looking at the sizes of the islands here Koh Tao ranked at very small. Just what I wanted, somewhere not to modern, somewhere to relax. We said our goodbyes and made our way to the port to buy our tickets, only a taxi ride away. The boat was quite nice actually, sandwiches and drinks served and plenty of other people to talk to.<br />
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Koh Tao instantly felt different to Koh Phangan, confirmed to us with the taxi being a pick up truck. We climbed in and gave the driver the address, he told us to hold on and set off. Straight away I could see why he told us to hold on, the roads here were non-existent. Simple dirt tracks not even close to flat filled with cracks and holes ranging up to two feet wide and five feet long snaked their way up into the hills and that, was the way we were headed. Driving down these hills made us genuinely worried, the cliffs along these roads seemed perilous, bouncing along these "roads" brought us so close to tipping over. Eventually we descended from the hills into a small jungle like area culminating to a stone courtyard.<br />
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We were shown to our rooms but straight away met by the pool, to which I jumped in. We needed to swim, and I've got to say that the bay which our hostel was located was gorgeous. White sand with rocks around the edge, the deep turquoise water with a huge twenty foot rock breaking through into the air two hundred yards out. We got ourselves snorkels, masks and flippers from the diving school next door and quite literally dived right in. We swam for a good two hours, all the way out to the end of the reef, around the towering rock to what looked like "The Drop Off" from Finding Nemo. Brightly coloured fish swam back and forth through the warm water, neon pink and green striped Parrot Fish crunched on rock with their beaks keeping us mesmerised with their bright colours. We made our way back to shore paddling gently in the descending sun, as we reached the shallows something swam around me one way, then another the other side. They were Sharks. Only baby ones around two and a half feet. But still Shark. I didn't mean to swim with them, but turns out I can add that to the things I've done!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-10300417682159900282013-06-13T15:19:00.001-07:002013-06-14T09:01:38.908-07:00The Sea Was Blue and The Drinks StrongBeing stuck in airports is something that nobody likes, but I've got to say that I didn't mind waiting in Koh Samui's. It was much more of a beach hut with some planes next to it and a few mini buses out front. I purchased from one of the desk a ticket for one of the mini buses and boats leaving from a miscellaneous port to Koh Phangnan. The taxi was very pleasant and so were the other passengers, a few being English travellers also. We eventually reached our port where we had to wait for about an hour and my breath was taken away. The sea, was beautiful. The white sand, bordered by the bluest water topped by the peer stretching out like an arm reaching for peace. A taste of a real paradise.<br />
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We took the hour as our free time to swim and simply float around in the warm water. The relief of laying down my heavy bag in the sand and letting the water soothe the aches away. We chatted with a man who moved here from England who lived on the beach front, he'd been here for about twenty years and apparently was now bored of the sun and beaches. I couldn't see how. The boat eventually arrived at the end of the peer and we made our way still dripping with sea water. I took my seat at the front of the large boat, my feet hanging overboard, the large waves reaching them and shining in the sun. I reached my port before long and found myself a taxi accompanied by two Norwegian girls who offered to share their fare with me as my hostel was on the other side of the island. Driving through these island towns was an unusual thing, they were more palm tree jungles, dotted with houses, dirt roads and the odd tarmac one too. After driving for quite some time I was eventually tipped to the front of the taxi as we drove down a very steep hill, down towards the beach I might add, and came to a halt by some cabins. Shiralea Backpackers Resort was where I had arrived, and as I climbed the wooden steps there lay on a rug with a beer was Brian, "Hey! You made it!"<br />
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I had paid a little extra for my room here, after Bangkok I wanted a room with aircon. However when I arrived at my little hut through the little jungle path I found I not only had aircon but also two double beds and my own little hammock on the decking outside over looking the pool.<br />
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First things first though, I needed food. And the burger I got was amazing, huge and cooked perfectly. I might add that so was the cocktail, not cooked but mixed to be strong but fresh tasting. Fresh because I watched Joy, the bartender, blend the whole fruits.<br />
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Not only was this place homely, set slightly in the jungle area with its own pool, still close to the beach, serving great food and drink, but it also had an eclectic mix of people from all over the world. Not only that but a group from an "Under thirties" cruise, spending time at this place before moving on. Among the people I met where a Dutch couple Mark and Tamara, Brian obviously, Leah and Rahul, who actually used to work in my home town! Julian from Germany, Carl from Sweden, Luke, Victoria and Scott who have only just returned after nearly a year away, and Lucia an Italian girl from Florence. This not being everyone obviously and I'm sorry to anyone who's names I cannot remember!<br />
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On one particular night, Joy's bar had switched on some UV lights, and then out came the UV reactive paints... We painted each other for a good hour drinking all the while. The artist in me quite literally shone. After the painting finally stopped, we went to spend some time at a party on the beach called "The Black Moon", similar to the "Full Moon" parties which you're probably familiar with, one problem that is when we got there they had decided to charge quite a lot of money for entry and none of us had brought enough. We decided then because of this, to make our own party outside of the gate using their music! With a whole load more people joining us, including many more Germans! I swear I met more German people on my travels than actually live in Germany. The night that followed, sat on that beach with plenty of Chang, Chang is a Thai beer that we could never guarantee the strength of, one night we could have five bottles each and feel fine, another night we could have one bottle each and be on our backsides in the sand, was great. More fun than you can imagine. Gentle breeze and the cooling sea, contrasting the ever warming bottles of beer we collected. <i>However, </i>that can be one of the worries in Thailand, recently a girl was told she was drinking Gin to find it was actually Methanol, she went blind and died. Be <i>careful</i> where you get your drinks from. I don't want to ruin the happiness or fun, but always buy from a real store.<br />
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The taxi ride back was eventful, as we would not all fit, some of us had to hold onto the roof while standing on back step of what was essentially a pick up truck with a cover. The hills proved dangerous but a lot of fun at high speeds, in my drunken state my hands slipped. <i>I'm gone.</i> <i>This is going to hurt.</i> As I fell briefly, hands gripped me and pulled me back into the taxi, thank you whoever the hands belonged to.<i> For that, I could easily owe you my life.</i><br />
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When we arrived back home at Shiralea it had begun to rain, slowly washing the paint from us. As the night was late we retired to the pool hut, we sat and played into the night under the bombardment of water, the odd cicada and lightening. That night when I returned to my hut, the electricity had shorted out. But I did not mind, what a memorable night it was.<br />
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It was pretty refreshing to be honest being covered head to toe in icey water, either from the water guns, cups or buckets. Being forty Celsius and around eighty percent humidity, as you can imagine it was pretty uncomfortable! Songkran for anybody who doesn't know is basically Thai New Year or The Water Festival some call it, mainly because as you read above drenching everybody with water is part of the cleansing ritual! To quite literally <em>wash away</em> the bad things of the previous year. The only problem was that if you wanted to take a look around anywhere, particularly in Bangkok where there are <em>thousands</em> of people, it's pretty difficult to stay dry! Also pretty hard to eat from the street kitchens when you keep having to run around the damn cart, spilling all that awesome food everywhere.<br />
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After running from the locals covered in a plethora of Thai curries we jumped onto a bus, lead by the lovely Sylvia (a Swiss singer) and Zeineb (whos name I struggled with so much I ended up just calling her Zee) who were staying in the same hostel as me. Our adventure today, was to the "Floating Market", a short trip by bus and by far one of the most unusual sights to behold.<br />
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We exited the boiling pan of a bus and straight into what was stalls set right up into the carpark. I found myself stuck with thoughts of how this market was definatley <em>not</em> floating in any way. Unless you counted the smell, it definatley has a hovering notion about the nose, which was caused by the odd fruit you are not aloud in certain places, because of the smell. I believe it's called a Durian, we were offered to try some but as the smell really got up in my head I refused, however Sylvia did say it's taste was rather pleasent! I followed Sylvia around the next corner to find quite a sight, the reason this was called The Floating Market was because the next section <em>was </em>floating, made from a ramshackle of miscellaneous boats and stalls around a central pool. I watched as a young boy threw what looked like a handful of Wotsits (curly cheese flavoured crisp) into the calm water. <em>What is that?!</em> The pool suddenly came to life. The water bubbled and rose, filled with life as hundreds of catfish begin writhing over each other fighting for the food. Some, even left above water for minutes unable to return to submersion due to the unexplainable amount of fish. And then, stillness. Only gentle ripples left on the pond as remnants of the sudden life. Then, mere seconds later, another passer by repeated the spectacle with the addition of another handful of cheesy snacks. You could also buy baby turtles to release into the river as a good luck charm for the year!<br />
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My attention was now drawn away, by the rising of a machete out of the corner of my eye. Which was brought down quickly, into the top of a Coconut. And, with terrifying accuracy of several intense hacks removed the "lid" of the poor Coconut, a straw was placed into the now Coconut bowl and it was passed to me. The milk of the Coconut was intensely smooth and sweet. Probably the freshest thing I've ever had the pleasure to drink. And with that, I was hit with a sudden sense of dare I say it, <em>paradise. </em>Sat by the water, the sun shining, boats passing and drinking from Coconut. <em>Instantly surreal. </em><br />
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Then once again the water guns came out, the cold water onslaught eventually drove us back to the streets and we began to walk back. The houses down the streets were filled with life and a local shop with an open front had a barrel of water and ice, surrounded by children who were playing in the street with buckets and water guns. We were chased around by the children and then pulled into the shop by the adults and forced to drink pints of beer for free. I mean literally <em>forced. </em>Not the worst thing in the world! Sylvia, Zee and I all danced into the music and water sprayed all around us, enjoying the beer and kindess of the locals, but as it always does time had come around to head back. And, upon the family finding out we needed to leave, they sent their children into the road to stop a bus, to which they entered the bus armed with waterguns. It was a <em>massacre, </em>no one was left dry. <br />
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For the next few days Songkran continued and so we spent a good amount of time drenched, during one trip back to change my clothes I met Brian, sat drinking coffee in my hostel waiting to check out. We chatted for a while about travelling and how our trips were going, he was an American teaching English in Korea and this was his holiday period. He told me about an island, sounds like the movie The Beach right? Well unfortunatley there was no map, but I did have an island name and a hostel. Feeling particularly spontaneous I turned to him and said "I'll meet you there next week". <br />
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Tonight I was taking the night train. <em>Chiang Mai. This line is way too long.</em> I stood waiting and eventually purchased my overnight ticket, and I was going economy. This meant my seat and bed were not a secluded room but just a regular train seat. But for only £14 to travel from one end of the country to the other, pretty good if you ask me! After sitting and reading for a while I was joined by a Thai girl, whos name regrettably escapes me, who sat quietly across from me. We began chatting as the train pulled away and settled for a <em>long</em> journey. <br />
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As night fell one of the train stewards came to my seat and asked me to stand for a moment, he folded away the table and slid down the seats to form a double bed, it now occured to me that I may be sharing my bed with this random girl. Until he also folded down a second bed from the ceiling! Probably best to be honest I hardly knew her. I was shocked firstly that I fit in the bed, and secondly because my bed was level with the window, so as I lay with my aisle curtain drawn, I was met with the view of a sunset. Casting purple and orange clouds across the sky above the sea of trees and jungle below as the great red disc settled on the horizon. The steady rocking of the train was kind of relaxing and I thought this would be a good nights rest, which it was, but when I woke I found myself still in the jungle. The train had broken down.<br />
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So after some more Sashimi to celecrate my last day we spend another day looking around the temple, bathing in the smoke from the well to cleanse our souls and waiting for night to fall. <br />
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We made our way to Shinjuku and crossed with the sea of people at the biggest crossing in the world which was weird, stood waiting with what could've been a thousand people. We found the Karaoke bar and if I'm honest it was different than what I was expecting. In my head I had picture a bar with a stage like what you would find here or any other country, but in Japan they do things a little different. We paid the fee and were shown up three flights of stairs and into a small room containing a TV, a phone, four microphones and a menu. I was still in awe from the weird art work on the way up the stairs.<br />
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<em>See what I mean? Exactly. Face and Ass, such a classy piece. </em>What came next was the most beautiful rendition of A Whole New World my ears have ever been punished with. Thank you once again for that Marcus, Sponge and Becky. Another unusual point was that you used the phone in your room to call the bar below to order and deliver your drinks! <br />
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My time was running out, my flight was at 00:30am and it was now pushing 11pm. <em>I've left this too late!</em> I had to say a quick goodbye to my friends, thank you once again for making my stay in Tokyo so much fun, and make my way back to the hostel to get my bags. I hailed a taxi outside and made my way to Narita Airport. The traffic was terrible, I had forgotten how busy this city was even this late. I was verging on missing my flight, it was getting down to the last half an hour now, and I was still stuck in traffic. I gave the taxi driver free rain to drive like a madman to get me there in time. <br />
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I met many people at this little party, our group had pretty much one person from every country, including a lovely Spanish girl called Victoria Lopez who was living in Tokyo and learning English (which I could help her brush up on). We hit it off and were instantly friends, she was great company for the day and I hope to see her again one day! On my next trip I may be returning to Tokyo so I will see her again soon! After this relaxing day it was time to see "The Electric City"<br />
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This whole city buzzes, I don't mean with electricity (which is suprising) but literally with life. Akihabara, the "Electric City". This district wouldn't be the one for the faint hearted, from the lively and unusual people to the huge neon buildings, which by night illuminate the streets like a UV painting. Marcus and I were now walking through the flashing streets mesmerized by the strange things and shops, we walked past around four six story comic shops and decided to stop for a look around. The first two floors were relatively normal with standard anime comics, but the same cannot be said for the rest... we continued up the building expecting it to change from pretty vivid "Hentai", but we were mistaken (for anyone who does not know what Hentai is, and to save you from google searching it, its pretty weird anime porn). Now for us Westerners it felt pretty uncomfortable to be around all this stuff, like the feeling of walking out of a cinema into broad daylight, just not quite right. But the Japanese people didn't seem to care that all the people around them could see blatantly what they were <em>into,</em> because most of the people around were into the same thing. After the eyeful adventure we quickly made our decent back to the street to continue along the electric streets. Some more unusual stuff we saw were for example a <em>Cat Cafe</em>, where you literally payed to sit with a ton of cats, a multi story toy store containing pretty much every toy there could be in the world which included I might add what looked like real hand grenades, more cat toys than is healthy and many eight story arcades filled with people who look like the finish work, go straight there until they have to work again. Also I'd like to mention, they had a fullsize Darth Vader! <br />
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Now by night this part of the city is even more lively than in the day, the shops do <em>not</em> close, and even more bars open. Now I'd like to clear up that the bars here cater to all the comic book fans and with that in mind have "themes". For a start I didn't know this, but Marcus took me to a bar after talking to a girl on the street dressed as a maid... <em>yeah I know right.</em> So we walked into a small bar which seemed again like someones flat turned into a bar, and to be honest actually had a very good time and I don't mean just the "Maid Waitresses" causing that! We decided to play some darts joined by two of the girls and eventually two local young guys dressed in suits, we had a laugh with them as they spoke a little English and Marcus speaks a little Japanese.<br />
"Would you like to go more places, like this?" One of them asked looking very happy about being able to show us around, with that we accepted. <em>Why the hell not!</em> When we came to pay one of the waitresses she told us that the two guys had paid for us, this mean they had paid our entry which was about £30 and our drinks! We went to the next bar which was called The Mermaid Cafe, this place I actually quite liked, you paid to enter and to drink all you can in an hour for £30, which once again the guys refused us to pay for and took it on themselves to pay for us. The girls "theme" here was like sailor school girl outfits with coloured contact lenses, tails and animal ears. <em>I know exactly what you're thinking.</em> We got seated right at the bar and the drinks started flowing, and it was strong. Some kind of plum brandy was served and something over 40% should NOT be that easy to drink...<br />
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Here's a little snap of our little street as the parade begins.<br />
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The celebrations here in our little town are not too distant from the Sakura festival I was lucky enough to experience. This festival itself takes place when the blossom trees reach full flowering and is probably the most beautiful sights I have seen, take a look:<br />
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Where I left off previously (the taxi ride if you remember) was not the end to that night obviously the nocturnal adventure ended when I finally arrived at my hostel... which had closed. Luckily however I found after paying the taxi what would be £50, the lady was inside and hadn't left yet! She let me in, gave me my key and told me where my room was. I followed her instructions and came to quite a grimy looking corridor which seemed like an old block of flats.</div>
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Now what happened next was something that made me a little uncomfortable, on the walk back we were stopped by a huge Nigerian guy who asked if we wanted some drinks and somewhere dry to sit while we dried off. Me, Reuban and Dan followed the man into a building, took a lift to the top floor and were shown into a small club contained in one room. It was <em>empty.</em> We were sat down at a table and left for a few moments until three Russian women came over, it dawned on me. This was a <em>Hostess Bar.</em> Now a Hostess Bar is nothing sleazy luckily, but it did have an air off creepy and wrong! We were brought one free drink each which I must say I was slightly hesitant to drink as I didn't order one. The Russian girls I must say were actually very nice, well two of them anyway. The problem here was that they kept requestion that we buy Champagne which was close to £300 a bottle, so as you can imagine the answer everytime was no! Now after a good twenty minutes of asking they began to get a little aggitated and one of the Nigerian bouncers came over asking why we have not bought the women any drinks yet in a very aggressive way. Dan decided to leave, we thought he had just gone to the bathroom so we didn't follow, and we remained sat there like lemons waiting for him. With him not returning we reached a logical idea, <em>THEY KILLED SPONGE!!! (</em>I should clarify we called him sponge because of his Spongebob socks) But then the bouncer told us that he'd left so the panic was over. <em>Time to leave</em>. I stood up and told Reuban it was time to go so we made our way for the door, not before I might add the Russian woman asked me to meet her "after work". But as I was still soaked, now pretty drunk and it was pushing 2am already I gave the offer a miss.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-29938895304406626512013-05-01T01:28:00.000-07:002013-05-01T01:28:11.813-07:00Money Worries and Extra LegroomLiving in America seemed like a different life style, either it was just because I was travelling or because it was genuinley more relaxed is yet to be known. I found personally that the American people have a polite and socialable nature aslong as you were <em>not</em> also American, hugely so if you were English. The little lake town of Lake Geneva was where I made my stop, the town where many Americans go for the summer to relax amoungst the lake itself. <br />
Upon leaving I was made an "Honourary Lake Genevian", it really was an honour to live amoung such awesome people for the time I was there but it wasnt without problems. First off I was 20, and ten points to anyone who can tell me the drinking age in the USA, that's right... 21. So I went out with a plan, being a big eater I walked into town (a good 30-40mins I might add) getting funny looks from passing drivers and went between each bar and restaurant making friends with the barstaff and bouncers while eating in each place so when I went back later on they would welcome me in with open arms! <br />
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The next thing I had to deal with was something which happens often in the UK, problems with the bank. Before I left the UK I had been waiting for my money to move from one bank to another into an overseas worldwide account, sounds simple to me. Well it took them 6 weeks, so I had arrived in America with some cash I had run out pretty quickly, to much drinking at the bars I think.<br />
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The nights I spent in Carvetti's (my favorite bar there) including Saint Patricks day with the new group of friends Matt Wingate, Stevie Michael, Muffin, April Fee, Tyler Shaitel, Eric Akuetteh plus loads of others were amazing, especially my leaving do which we all went back to Matt's for a party. Ever tried Everclear? Dont. 190 Proof Alcohol. You'll die. </div>
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The banks however told me, and I quote "There's nothing we can do". Luckily I could do chores for my Auntie to earn my keep. Eventually after another 2 weeks and one of the employees from the new bank I managed to get my money from the previous and I was ready for my next step, Japan.</div>
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$200 was all it costed from Chicago to Tokyo but what I saved in money I made up for in hours lost in changing timezones. Upon arriving in San Francisco I found myself wanting to run around the city but had to be constrained to the airport as I only had an hour before my flight. I found myself a nice suprise when checking in, the little Japanese lady behind the counter, tapping away on a computer, looked up at me, straining her neck. Smiled and looked back down. I took it as odd and thought she was ignoring me trying to check in.</div>
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"Sir, I have given you an entire row of four seats in the middle so you can lie down, you're <em>very</em> tall" she smiled. I'd never been treated to like that by a stranger, it was a lovely gesture.</div>
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So I boarded the plane, sat in my four seats and settled down for a long journey. A sleepless night passed and I would not see the sun again for many hours as the night I crossed into had just begun, landing in Tokyo was fine, but the toilets, were not. I dont think my guitar pedal has as many buttons as a Japanese toilet. I stood staring for a while before taking what was the most daunting cross of what seemed like playing an Xbox while having a pee. </div>
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After getting the achievement for managing that trial, I made my way through the airport for the next, finding my way through the city. While on the plane I had searched which train I would need to get and learnt some phrases to try and help me. I asked the lady at the desk how to get to my train.</div>
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"I'm sorry, there is a problem on that line, the train is not running."</div>
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<em>Oh God.</em> <em>Here we go.</em> </div>
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"You'll have to take the underground, continue down there and you'll see it." she gestured.</div>
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I found the underground and stood feeling slightly stared at by the other passengers with my head gently rubbing the ceiling of the tram. I got off where I needed to be but not being able to read, I was lost. I found a map board, but to my dispair was not able to read it, suprising I know, but it was in Japanese. Not only that, but I didnt even know which station I was currently standing in!</div>
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This was the first stop on my travels where I was literally alone, there was no family here to comfort me or help me, it was midnight in one of the biggest cities in the world and I had no clue where I was and after a good twenty four hours of constant flying I was more than irritable. I forced my way through the crowds up to the heaving streets to look around for anything or anyone that could help. Taxis. Thats what I needed and luckily there they were, I lugged my bag to them and went to open one. Only to find it had no door handles. <em>What? Are you kidding? </em>I shit you not. Then the door opened as the driver had a remote, and I climbed in. He said something to me that I did not understand, and I tried my best to get across to him my point. <em>I am lost.</em> I had the name of my hostel and then district name Asakusa. He reached down onto the floor and pulled up a book, which he then passed to me. Upon inspection it was a book containing columns of writing next to other columns in five different languages. <em>Thank you.</em> He understood, kind of, where I wanted to go. I gave him the hostel name and we set off. It really struck me how this city, regardless of it being midnight, was <em>incredibly </em>busy, floods of busy people on their way to places. Im glad I was on <em>my</em> way.</div>
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Never, drink this.<br />
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Land Shark...<br />
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I'd convinced these girls this was my personal saddle I had brought with me, although I'd let them have a photo on it. Fibs.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-56129642148386252162013-04-25T09:08:00.002-07:002013-05-27T04:14:15.661-07:00Got to say this has been a long day already and I'm only half way through his shift. Seven cups of coffee later and not realising I worked an extra twenty minutes are making me feel very like a daddy long legs bouncing around my local coffee shop, this time for a chai latte as its caffine free. I've got to say with cinnamon ontop and gingerbread syrup tastes a hell of a lot like Christmas! I feel there's not much to do on this particular break of an hour and a half and that spending my hard earned money on a £3 caffine free latte is the only thing to do, followed obviously by buying Omnoms (omnoms is short for M&ms, it's actually longer) for me and the other staff tonight. 13 hour shifts are a real pain but I have to say I kinda enjoy the feeling of going back into work refreshed, everyone always ask what I do or take on my break because I come back so happy. Well I'll tell you, it's mushrooms... No I'm kidding you obviously I don't need dragons in my peripherals thanks. The one thing that keeps me going is looking towards what my money is actually going towards, I know that within just over a month I'll be leaving again, you have to suffer to get the goods in this life. Little does the pain of this long shift know it's doing me a favour, more hours equals more money and that means more travelAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15785315669374026874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748158288781231662.post-80602902034356648102013-04-24T08:32:00.001-07:002013-06-29T17:45:08.264-07:00Reflecting on the stream of life. Poetic right?Since I have been back home living the work, work and more work life I've been feeling the need to reflect upon the "Journey" I took myself on last year. The thing that strikes me most about the whole thing was how much of a dream away it feels, regardless of how far I went or how many people I met it still leaves me yerning for more. It worries me. Mainly because now I dont feel at home<em> at</em> <em>home</em>. Do other travellers feel the same? Or is it just me? I'd love to hear from other travellers how they feel about being home and how they've delt with their "post travel depression" (which I'll now call PTD) or even how other people wanting to see the world feel. Every couple of days I'll be adding to my travel blog and uploading the pictures for you all to see.<br />
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After buying the rucksack and new trainers (a must, although they require wearing in!) The day came to leave. I said my fairwells and set off to work with my Dad, who as a bonus, works at Manchester Airport meaning I didn't have to wait in ques and thanks to him chatting up the lady behind the desk got a seat upgrades to more legroom! And being 6"4 it was <em>very </em>much appreciated.<br />
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After the long flight from Manchester to Chicago (stopping in Dublin) I was here. I'd done it. I walked along the (thanks Dad for just telling me what it's called) Airbridge from my flight and stood looking out across the Chicargonion runway. A moment of panic struck me. <em>What have I done.</em> What I had done was quit my job and within four days left the country. Alone. After pacing and collecting my single backpack I left arrivals looking for Amy Lancaster, photographer <a href="https://www.facebook.com/amyvlphotography">https://www.facebook.com/amyvlphotography</a><br />
and cousin who agreed to have me stay with her for a while and was graciously collecting me, she was <em>nowhere</em> to be found. So here I am thousands of miles from home in one of the biggest airports, I tried to sit down in the airport bar but was told to leave as I was only 20 at the time... <br />
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But thank God, there she was staring up at the arrivals board, we must of past eachother. The way we talk is not something like two people who dont see each other for 4 years at a time, she is not only a member of my family but also considered one of my best friends. So now we drive to pick up Chinese food to suprise the rest of my family, I always told them I'd turn up uninvited one day.<br />
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Thanks everyone, I am Home<br />
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