So I'm back at work now. You can imagine my excitement. Back in Dubbo, Australia now for 10 days, spending the last 5 days locked in an office, glued to a phone and computer, staring out a distant window at the sunlight, wishing I was somewhere else. Its 'Luke Skywalker Syndrome' at its worst and … Continue reading re-entry…
Category: Recover from painful breakups
homecoming…
I'm back where I started 11 months ago and the only thing that's changed is me. Leaving Chiang Mai on Monday was just another flight, just another airport and I guess didn't really even register as a "this is over" moment as far as my travels for 2016 was concerned. I'd tried not to dwell … Continue reading homecoming…
reframe…
"Whats Next?" is a big question that's been driving me forward for a while now. Sometimes you can provide the answer, but most times you cant and the universe decides on your behalf. For me, circumstances back home have aligned unexpectedly to give me a small window to return and cut short my year of … Continue reading reframe…
a day at the museum 2…
Audio Tour locked and loaded! Deciding where to start was the hard part. The audio tour recommended several options - a 2 hour "greatest hits" tour of the big ticket items, a random walkabout tour where you could punch in the exhibit numbers for a commentary, and a full guided A - Z tour. Or … Continue reading a day at the museum 2…
baguette?…
...was about the extent of my French when I hit Paris. Well maybe not just 'baguette'...I'd heard horror stories about the legendary rudeness of Parisians (and the French in general) towards non-French speaking foreigners/tourists and I was a little bit worried. In the last few days of Tunis (thanks to my Tunisian friends expert tutelage) … Continue reading baguette?…
We’ll always have Paris…
... which is lucky as I never made it to Casablanca. With the watery ghost of the viral infection/food poisoning still lingering, I was physically exhausted. On the plus side it was great for losing weight, but the minuses sucked. Sleeping was difficult and I couldn't venture far from a bathroom. Although I've a generally … Continue reading We’ll always have Paris…
…Far far away!
I'm at a turning point in this trip. Bingo funds. Push on or turn back but as my Dad always said "It's bad luck to turn back". Leaving the chaos of Cairo far behind, I was heading for Morocco for my birthday. Megan was staying in Cairo, D' had gone home and it was time … Continue reading …Far far away!
checkout time…
It's 11.45am on Sunday, Islamic New Years Day. As I sit here at Kafein cafe editing the crazy out of this post, the call to prayer is echoing around the city from every mosque in town. The blend of calls, all slightly out of time and with different tones and voices, create a dull but … Continue reading checkout time…
denial ain’t just a river…
So I’m in North Africa now. Egypt to be pedantic. Downtown Cairo to be precise. Can you see me? Somewhere to the right in this pic. I'm sitting out front of a small café called Kunst (yes I giggled too ), tucked away off a side alley in the old city. Just across the street … Continue reading denial ain’t just a river…
rain…
Its been almost 24 hours of solid rain here in Chiang Mai and my third soaking by traffic this morning alone. It appears inevitable that no matter what I do today, I will get soaked. Just as well that I wore the fancy swimming shorts. I hadn't even had my first coffee of the day … Continue reading rain…
Man Down! 