tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102933502012-02-17T13:48:08.021+11:00an archive of random dribblings from my trips abroad... and anything else that tickles my fancy and or yours...anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301069268488215503noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293350.post-23717440248762907842011-03-04T18:49:00.003+11:002011-03-04T20:03:20.655+11:00

Time flies. I've lost count of the months since I came home. Without money, without a job. Plug back into life at home. The most frightening realisation was how little everything had changed, ultimately making me feel like i hadn't. Everyone started by asking me how it was. I found it difficult to summarise over a years worth of experience in a quick 'catch up' conversation. These questions

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Excitement doused by some trepidation. Let the doors slide. Don’t think about what’s on the other end, just walk through. When you can’t go back, forwards will treat you well. You’ve read the advice and heeded the warnings. Sometimes you break your own rules. Unmarked taxi, the sun is gone but the people are on the roads. The buildings, the people, the roads, language, taxis, smell, weather all

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I leave my time at home.It’s loyal enough and will wait for me.I saw an old man in my old man.Today I saw one in me.The buses breath heavily in the humiditySmall talk is worth a tip. Against the fencethat shifts the mood to unwelcomeA lady wearing dark glasses and a yellow dress.Performs ballet.a headscarfandall the dignity of a Hollywood starlet from yesteryear. Interrupted by her underwear. The

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This morning he woke and before he had the motivation to face the others in the house he rested his hand against the edge of a nearby table. With the back of wrist to the stained wood he straightened his fingers. Pointing them towards the high ceiling of the kitchen. Letting his fingers relaxed they fell, making a ninety degree angle with his hand. By letting his wrist relax meant the top of the

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And this is what it must feel like to create something. Something artistic, something real, something that breathes, that will be understood by others. Interpreted and criticized. Revered, respected, misunderstood or feared. Something that changes as it gets older. Changes as the world changes around it. Something that was intentional but not planned. Unpredictable but inevitable. Something

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The eyes are closed. Let the music talk to you. Let the cards your dealt determine what you do. When the game relies on luck. No use in trying to control it. Just respond. Don’t think outside the square. There is no square. Just paths. Sons. Daughters. Lovers. Haters. Money is a tool. Use the right tool for the right job. Sometimes things break. Sometimes we laugh. Sometimes we get frustrated

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The wind is cold and agitates her skin. The sun darts behind clouds as though it wants to play with her but is too shy to speak up. They had strolled from winter. The worse was behind them now. A day to escape the concrete canopy and enjoy being. Strange seasonal rituals weren’t a stretch of the imagination in the age of plastic consumption. She waits with experience perched on her shoulders and

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She hid her gift until it was ready. Seemingly obsessed with whatever she could find. Whatever we discarded or lost. Whatever broke off the edge of this polished and modern metropolis and landed next to her in the gutters. Hunched over on the side of footpath. Layers of old and darkened clothing. Once brightly coloured garments that would’ve clashed violently with each other have been subdued and

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If necessity is the mother of all invention then laziness is the father. A necessity born of hunger, to feed the body, to eat and ultimately sustain existence. Lacking experience and skill in the kitchen one is left with only two options. Restaurant or laziness. Laziness prevails. Time and effort. Rice. While time consuming it can be reproduced with minimal effort. Remind yourself you’ve worked a

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She kept coming back to this place. Unsure of the reasons. It is neither impressive nor popular. The few people that wander through have a quick look. Then move on. But they were invisible to her and she is invisible to them. Once only for a split second we sat here together. It was a lot different back then. Darker and silent. For that second it was just ours. But now she is invisible to me. I

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The courtyard becomes a different place with your eyes closed. The creaking of my fingers against the side of a coffee mug as birds sing to one another. Backwards and forwards. A split second delay lies between them. It doesn’t sound like a song. It’s broken. A conversation. They talk about their day above the city. Their song is as beautiful as the city must be through their eyes. Theirs is a

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One foot in front of the other. The puddles play a duet with the holes in my shoes and I dance to the tune. I haven’t seen rain for months. I haven’t seen rain like this for years. The roads have become torrents of brown water. The cars are amphibious. Tidal waves of water explode from the road. I thought that only happened in movies. Don’t wear white. The city changes colour, the sky, the air;

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A day in the city. Wake up, Curse myself for avoiding the market, make hay while the sun shines. It’s been raining. The tube of vegemite lonely in a strange cupboard neither understood nor appreciated. People turn their noses up at the thought, and its reputation far exceeds its experience. Fruit slowly aging, stationary in the retirement home bowl. Bedsores and bruises. Hanging on until the day

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I learned two very important lessons over the weekend. The first is to listen to common sense. The second and most important was feeling the isolation of being a minority, a victim of discrimination albeit it very slight.The time, 5:30am, at this stage it would take me half an hour to walk home, 2000 pesos to catch a cab, or 400 pesos to get the bus. I happen across the stop and recognise it as

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Three hours from Sucre along a winding dirt road. No, dirt is the wrong word. Gravel? Gravel is small. Boulders? Yeah, three hours along a winding road made of boulders the bus bumps us across rural Bolivia. Now I’m a fan of world music. Music embodies all that’s unique and special about a country, a culture and a people. It undoubtedly is unique to every country of the world. I like to think

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The alarm goes off at 5am. You’ve laid out what clothes your going to wear the night before, and your bag is packed. You’ve even shaved minutes off your schedule by showering before bed and wearing your tee shirt. You’re out of bed and out the door not 3 minutes after the default Nokia alarm tone has shaken you violently from slumber.Breakfast was included in the package you bought. You make your

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When flying it is most important to become accustomed to your surroundings. One must familiarise yourself with the small idiosyncrasies of each plane and airline. For the awkward and novice traveler can cause unwanted attention from the ageing but attractive air hostess in the middle of her safety demonstration by buzzing for service when they were in fact trying to adjust the seat to the full

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Julio the Hustler spots his mark from across Plaza de Armas. A distinguished looking backpacker from Australia wearing Adidas high tops that have transformed from a vibrant white to a dull orange. Perfect time to strike: While distracted by the Quachan Lady with the baby lamb, and the Peruvian 'student of art' he makes his move. Slides in like an electric window. With the precision of a Surgeon.

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You see someone interesting you ask if you can sit next to them. They think your talking Spanish. You reply in english ending the confusion. You get to talking and you make a new friend. In a few hours they become a close friend. In a few more hours they´re gone. You become an expert at making friends, and almost more importantly an expert at saying goodbye. The golden rule of backpacking remains

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You travel all the way to Cusco in Peru. You bring with you a limited knowledge of the areas history. You jump at the chance to witness an age old ceremony to celebrate the Winter Solstice and honour the Incan Deity Inti. You research the event. You learn that the last time an Incan Emperor oversaw the ceremony was 1535. You learn that the Spanish Conquistadors and the Catholic church in all

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The plane banks sharply and out of no where a busy looking city appears. An equally beautiful sight after flying over the Andes. Cuzco. A place where there are shanty houses lining the runway. The roads are dusty, the sun is hot and the nights are cold. The people are there to help you. By help I mean sell. Having not traveled extensively i can only really compare it to Thailand. Everything seems

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Alarm goes off, hit the showers. Wash the previous evening off me. Go through my day in my head. Get up, check, shower, check, eat where? organise taxi to airport, how? Fill in the time before i leave, with what?Breakfast is provided at the hostel. If you call tea coffee and bread rolls breakfast then go right ahead. I sit near Tori who i later learn is also a teacher from NSW, we get to talking.

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Alright,I'm going to get back on the blog tip. I've been in Santiago for a little under 3 weeks. Long story short, i like it. No where else I've been, that said, im not vastly traveled, has such a clash of worlds, half Europe, half US, Half Third World, Half First world. Not much to do here for your average Gringo Traveler, but thats not how I've ever rolled. I like to get under the skin and see

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Ok, where am i this very moment? blogging on and on. I have that annoying habit of making plans, having expectations and not living up to them. So where am i right now? Plan is to leave in April, until then i'm doing casual relief work. The pay is right, the days are hard, but its strictly 9-3 work. I get there, do my thing, then leave. Easy. I have these fleeting moments of excitement about

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I feel compelled to share with the world my personal secret method of pairing odd socks. When you come across a lonely foot bag without it's significant other simply put it back into the dirty washing basket and reintroduce it to the beginning of your wash life cycle. By repeating this somewhat unorthodox ritual with every odd sock you find, you should end up with even numbers again. *+* not

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i have had one of those nights, which was fittingly the end of one of those weeks. new people, interesting, warm, funny. A stranger who takes time from their day to change yours, and all you do is sit there and second guess their motives, and then kick yourself for not getting their number. A night where everything goes your way, a "when it rains it pours" moment, and you feel like all the

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I’ve been trying to find my stride with writing lately. I feel awkward, like those social situations, which have a process or some kind of etiquette that is either foreign to you or totally unknown to you. Tipping is something I’ve always struggled with. Especially when you didn’t want the service rendered and the person rendering said service just stand there waiting for payday. I remember

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Tuk Tuk's - They'd make a fun GTA/Saint's Row 2 side mission!I wonder if Tuk Tuk travel is covered by travel insurance? for the uninitiated they didn't go that fast, but the only thing between you and the bitumen was air and the drivers own sense of control.MBK Shopping Mall BangkokMBK Shopping mall in Bangkok. I was told that the King's Birthday weekend was the biggest shopping weekend in the

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I spent one morning after breakfast at the hilltop Buddhist temple in Pattaya. A friend from the hotel let me ride her scooter through the inner city traffic onto the mountain road. It was just a little bit daunting considering i was wearing an ice cream container for a helmet.The following are a bunch of photos i took at the temple. Without trying to make it sound like an atypical western

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Here are some photos of the gym we did most of our training at. It is owned and run by Sifu Robert McInnes and is an impressive place. While being a gym it is also the World Kumite Organization Headquarters and the training ground for Pattaya SWAT Counter -Terrorism Police. We spent a short session training on the police course with Sifu and it was much harder than it looks. SWAT police are

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The other week I had the privilege of training for one day at Camp Sityodtong in Pattaya Thailand. Trying to explain it would not do it justice. Been the spiritual home of Muay Thai in Thailand it has a certain electricity about it. I had concluded it was the sound of the place, but that would deny the sight, smell and the people. Before we got there I had no intention of training. I had seen

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Being the last week of term four with Christmas just around the corner the school is a ghost town. Leaving teachers with the opportunity to wrap up this year and start preparing for the next. I've spent the time between meetings and supervising student activities packing up my desk. It's been as therapeutical as it has been sad, and not to forget a bit daunting. I've got a few more things to do

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Like many other forgotten attempts at creativity here is another project of mine that has failed to develop into anything more than a waste of bandwidth. That said a whole lot of interesting things have happened in the 3-4 years since i've posted here. I became a teacher, i taught for two years in an outer suburban high school in melbourne, and i released my debut album (links in the side bar!)

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I've decided to re-invigorate this Blog in preparation for the near future. Stay posted for what's to come (possibly very little but time will tell!).Until then here's K'naan - Strugglin'Peaces

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i know...thank you...

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Welcome to yet another useless, and virtuously unread piece of prose, complete with bad spelling and horrible grammar...so its come to that time of month... no not that actual time of month... since that’s a biological anomaly... but the time of month where i like to stop work... that is stop what im doing.. Which is generally nothing, to reflect on life in general...now this might not be known

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sup people...im so very tired.. so very tired..i cant be bothered writing what i was gonna write...so until next time..this is asdlkasdklj lksadlknkldnasd............................................................

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It never ceases to amaze me. Don't get me wrong I am a keen advocate of stupidity... I am no stranger to the emergency room by any stretch of the imagination... But some stupidity really amazes me... And maybe its biased since I work at the place.. But somethings just seem self-evident...FOR INSTANCE:the store I work at is refurbishing.. All the work is getting done at night... So the store can

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so this post is especially for you.. from your dark hair to your brown eyes... you rolled like a thunder cloud.. we had the calm before the storm.. then it got rough.. followed by the eye.. where i could relax and get to know the devastation... then the final winds... and here we are to assess the damage...peace y'all

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sup yall..another day another day..i went to racecourse hotel last nite.. its a real shame because theyve decided to be god damned sellouts and install pokie machines.. and they fired all there old staff.. we had a history with the old staff, nick, jules, mattie, willis, and myself, and an assortment of others had some good ol' times in that place.. how many broken glasses? infinite.. how many

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so here i am, alone again.. with a whole lot of study to do, no sleep and too much nicotine and caffiene in the system.. yeah i got the shakes.. and im struggling to type..there are a few more canada stories which would have suited this site, however given the circumstances and the amount of time i put of the blog, i have forgotton the little details i need to make them even remotely entertaining

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this dude was probably the best bloke in the whole fucking world.. and im not just saying that.. this is matty, he worked with us down at dan murphys and his life was cut short tradgically.. i dont know if i believe in karma, heaven or hell.. but i know one thing.. matt was the last man on this planet that would deserve what happened to him.. i dont think there is any human that would not have

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VIth post... how dope does that roman numerals make my blog look.. you know you love it.. i seem ultra intelligent while the rest of you farrow your brows in a vane attempt to fathom the sheer brilliance of my intellect.. anyway im in edmonton now which is in the next province accross from BC.. a few interesting facts about edmonton alberta.. 1. its the richest city in north america due to the

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this is the house im staying in vancouver.. this is the rear entrance so its looking kinda ghetto.. but its nice inside.. im on the third level, each room has a little kitchenette so they are self containted.. but ghetto none the less... photos never lie

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so between the tipping, the time travelling buses, the automated computer skytrains and the homeless people i am constantly without coin change in my pocket.. the homeless situation in vancouver is pretty drastic.. generally because it is the warmest city in canada and if you were homeless anywhere else in the winter.. you would be dead.. or a block of ice.. so in essence when bush blows up the

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my first speeding fine in all its glory.. damn you teeko.. i was picking you up to go get chicken.. i must've been hungry.. note: all the important details i blacked out due to privacy dow jones, nasdaq issues...photos never lie

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a cartoon i drew.. enjoy its craptasityphotos never lie

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So im waiting at the trainstation one cold day heading downtown, which is the equivalent to melbournes CBD.. the rail service here is called Skytrains.. because the trains run on an elevated ramp.. kind of like a monorail but there is more than one rail, hence its a dual rail.. so im waiting at the station and a train comes round the corner in the distance.. now in melbourne im used to seeing

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ask a canadian what any percent of any number is anywhere in the world... garanteed that most would just be able to accomplish this task.. the truth is their public school education doesnt seem that much better than ours, nor is their tertiary, the government having stripped students of free education years ago.. its their tax and tipping system.. i was in a bar called bukowskis, named after an

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so i get to vancouver. it was raining like crazy.. i mean it would not relent.. the tarmac looked like a black sea when the plane landed.. i get off the plane after a 45minute delay because the engine had no oil or some relaxed crap like that and we make the hoke with my fellow passengers, or 'customers' as the stewardesses kept calling us. some of them had come from melbourne and new zealand

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I once wondered what the hell a blog site was.. Now I know.. and now I have my own.. I had a few hours here in vancouver BC so I decided that instead of keeping a personal diary and sending emails back home so people can track my progress I thought id start a blog to keep things real as they say.. I flew into canada on monday the 17th of jan, it was an interesting flight to say the least.. the

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