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Hello people who read this. It has been a very long time between posts here on geordiebarker.com, this has been due to a few factors. First of all, my hosting ran out with Jumba and they wanted an arm and a leg, I have also been on an epic tour of the UK music festival scene, with a severe lack of power and internet access. This post will be a quick update of where I am at now, and past posts will appear gradually.

My last post covered Venice in Italy, from there I  traveled further south in Italy to Siena, Florence Cinque Terre and finally Nice. I was scheduled to Busabout it into Spain, but received a call from Hamish, a distant relative of mine, asking me to come to Glastonbury Music Festival. Glastonbury is the largest green field music festival in the world, with over 150,000 people attending, plus 60,000 crew. I just ‘ resist the opportunity to attend such a famous festival, so I was onboard an Easyjet flight back to the UK quick smart.

Since my arrival back in the UK, I have tagged along with Hamish and the Natural Event team to several other festivals. It has kept me busy right up to the moment of writing this. The work is great fun, and I have met some amazing people. We are currently in a break of about 10 days; I was supposed to go to Prague today, but due to a lack of funds, Squeak (a fellow Natural Eventer) had to cancel. Instead we are getting ahead on the upcoming work, and although quite depressed about canceling our holiday, we hope that we can have a weekend in London and maybe visit a few people around the country.

Thanks for your patience with the dropout of my site. I would like to personally say that Jumba Hosting suck, and that Smartyhost make life very difficult, and I wont be sending ANY work either of their ways. I look forward to letting you all know of my adventures, and would love to hear about home!

Cheers,

Geordie

McDonalds with a view...

McDonalds with a view
Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a hangover to speak of the next day. I think this has a lot to do with some sleep, and the amazing purity of German beer. We were on the bus at the usual 8am, and were in store for a long day. We had an interesting lunch time stop, at a McDonalds with the most amazing view you have ever seen. It was really busy, and it took me almost 25 minutes in line to get food. Because of this I almost missed the bus. I had quickly ducked to the toilet, only to return and find everyone gone.

Busabout Bus!

Our accommodation for Venice was a campground, right next to the airport, and about 20 minutes drive from the actual city. We faced a massive line when we checked in, due to the large number of us, and the ‘relaxed’ processing time of the desk staff. The campground was alright, but had clearly seen better days. It had its own supermarket, but no kitchen, wifi, but facebook was blocked.

Venice Water Taxi

Sleep In
I was supposed to get up at 8, to get the 9am shuttle bus with Kelly and the two kiwi girls, but I slept right through, and ended up catching the bus with a few friendly faces, like the couple from Eltham who I met in Lauterbrunnen. There were a few new people from Busabout, like Kym from Melbourne, and Sarah from New Zealand. It was a good 20 minute drive from the campground, to the main bus and train terminal, on the west side of the island. Now for those who don’t know, Venice is completely car free, and when you see the photos, and understand the city you will know why.

Floating Fruit Market

St Mark’s Basilica
We entered the maze that is Venice, and thanks to the numerous signs, we made it to St Mark’s Square. This is the tourist centre of Venice, and a very useful navigation point. I had read up on Venice in both my Busabout guide, and my online guide, and it seemed that the main attractions were churches, bridges and the city itself. One thing that caught my eye was the Peggy Guggenheim Collection, mostly because it was contemporary art, but also because the Guggenheim Gallery in the US is where a majority of Dan Flavin’s work. The line to get into the Basilica was stupidly long, so we decided to wait until later.

St Mark's Basilica

Our group got smaller and we headed along the ocean towards what looked like a really nice church. We got distracted on the way by an information office, and ended up back in the square. We noticed the line to the basilica had disappeared, and upon inspection, it actually had. We took the opportunity, and it was an amazing experience. Photos were not allowed, but I snuck just one to give you an idea of this amazing church.

Me in front of St Mark's Basilica

We headed out to see the Rialto bridge, important in Venice’s history, as it was the trading centre of town. We found a nice café in a nearby street, and all ate Panini’s. We justified the café’s service charge, by taking advantage of their toilet. We split after lunch, as Kym didn’t want to come to the Guggenhiem Collection. Sarah and I got nicely lost on the way there, and discovered some awesome spots.

The Rialto Bridge

Random Discoveries, Guggenheim Collection, and the Church of Santa Maria
I found the home of the Interpreti Veneziani, who played at the Melbourne International Arts Festival last year, the Accedemia Bridge, a nursery Venice style, and some awesome street art. One work of street art was by Shepard Fairey, creator of that famous ‘Obama Hope’ picture. You can read more about his most recent project at www.obeygiant.com

Street Art by Shepard Fairey

We managed to find the Peggy Guggenheim Collection after a while, paid our ticket, checked our bags and headed in. There were some amazing works, and I was surprised by the range of art displayed. After visiting galleries like the Tate Modern, and the Pompidou Centre, a few names had stuck in my head, including Andrew Calder.

Peggy Guggenheim Collection

There was a work of his displayed in the back part of the gallery, pretty much in the middle of a foyer between two doors that led outside. Google his name, and you will see the sort of work he is famous for. It is mainly large metal mobiles that are very well balanced and designed to be quite fluid. I stood in this foyer area for a long time, watching the interaction people had with his work, and the effect of the wind from the doors. It was a pretty awesome thing, to just stand and watch, and I found it hard to draw myself away.

Work by Maurizio Nannucci

Another work that caught my eye was located in the courtyard. It was called ‘Changing Place, Changing Time, Changing Thoughts, Changing Future’, by Maurizio Nannucci and was made with neon tubing. I also loved a work by Yoko Ono, called the wishing tree. Visitors were given pieces of paper, and told to write a wish and hang it on the tree. I wrote one out and hung it on the highest branch I could. I liked my wish, as I was inspired from the gallery, so I had something to wish for.

Looking towards Santa Maria Church

We ended up making it to the large impressive looking church that we had seen from St Mark’s Square. It was called Church of Santa Maria della Salute, and was a bit of a disappointment on the inside. We randomly ran into Kym on the steps, and took a water taxi across the grand canal.

Me on a gondola!

True Tourists, Surprise Light Sculpture
We met up with a whole lot of the other Busabout people, to take a gondola ride as a large group, with the main hope to save money. Someone stupidly asked the gondolas near St Mark’s Square how much, and we were then given a steady stream of offers and general hassle as we tried to walk away. For some reason, I was given the job of head negotiator. We walked away from St Marks Square, and the prices started getting cheaper. I negotiated 80 Euro for 5 people for 35-40 minutes per gondola, and everyone agreed. We set out, on a gondola in Venice, truly touristy.

Gondolas on the grand canal

It was actually quite a fun experience, and I was amazed at the skill of the boatmen. Needless to say we took hundreds of photos, and got to view the Rialto Bridge, Grand Canal and random places, like Gothe’s House. The driver kept his part of the bargain, and we all enjoyed the ride. We were the first boat back, and as we waited for the others, something caught my eye in the foyer of the hotel next to us. I walked into their foyer, and was greeted with an awesome piece of Light Sculpture.

The Virtual Ladder by Federica Marangoni

It was called “the virtual ladder” and was by Federica Marangoni. It was an interesting work, that used red and white compact fluro tubes attached to a ladder frame with two screens at the top showing pictures of the fluro tubes. I liked it automatically for its use of fluro tubes, and was intrigued by its little screens. We followed Brent, the Melbourne guy to a place virtually on the other side of the island for some cheap and authentic food, and it was didn’t disappoint.

Mmmmm Pizza

Biennale Discovery
On our way back, we stumbled across an installation called Season Sorrow, by Evelina Deicmane. It was a clever work with a heavy use of technology to give its message. My favorite section, featured a train that was being powered by a solar panel, that was being charged by a flood light. The train had a large A4 piece of paper with clouds on it, attached to it’s top, and occasionally it would block the flood light, causing the train to slow down and only just make it past. It was part of something called the Venice Biennale, and I was intrigued. As it turned out, there was an art festival that had just started in Venice, featuring works by countries and independent artists from around the world. We managed to find one more on the way back to the bus. I was determined to find more of these installations and vowed to find a map the next day.

I am not here... Venice Biennale

Lunch, Biennale Map
We had had a few drinks the evening before, complete with the random D&M’s and a few people peeling off together. I ended up getting the ins and outs of midwifery from another girl on Busabout, very strange. This meant however, that we slept in. I ended up sitting and chatting with Kelly, and the two kiwi girls, Niki and Kate. We all wasted the middle of the day, then realized that the shuttle bus wasn’t until 3pm, and the supermarket was closed, so we were forced to eat overpriced food at the restaurant. It was reasonable food, and once again, I managed to devour a whole pizza.

Venice Police Boat!

We eventually got into town, and immediately located the local supermarket and its opening times. The plan was to buy all of our food for the next day, breakfast, lunch & dinner. I found the tourist centre and obtained a Biennale map. We headed into the city, of course getting lost after about 5 minutes. We managed to figure out where we were, and I figured out that there was an exhibit from the Biennale nearby, a submission from the Ukraine.

Ukraine Exhibit, Venice Biennale

Ukraine Biennale Exhibit
The girls and I followed the signs, and were very surprised. We first walked into a beautiful courtyard, with a large building in front of us. The path did a little S bend, and we found ourselves in a corridor between the two buildings. Ahead of us was a foyer area, and as we approached the ground changed from old pavers to very white sand.

Ukraine Exhibit, Venice Biennale

We entered the foyer, the floor was completely covered in white sand, there was a hazer gradually puffing away, and four lights in each corner lit the room with spots of light on the white sand. The lamp fitting in the centre of the room had coloured globes instead of the normal white. To our left was a staircase leading upstairs, which we followed. The building was quite old, and very enchanting.

There Is No Art Here... Venice Biennale

We entered the first room, where a large metal frame suspended a can of red paint, a paint brush and a dress. It was mechanically controlled, and performed a series of movements, almost splashing the dress with red paint. The were three more rooms, all of which were dimly lit using coloured carnival globes in the original chandelier fittings. The lights faded up and down in intensity, whilst an abstract soundtrack played from numerous sources around the room. One room feature a display similar to the dress and red paint from the first room. We were all pretty enchanted, and spent a while just standing in the rooms listening to the soundtrack.

Not Here Either... Venice Biennale

Closed exhibits, Pizza & the Supermarket
Eventually we regrouped downstairs and after such a good experience, headed to the next closest exhibit. Unfortunately because of our late start, the main part of it was closed. We were still able to wonder around the rest of it. We tried to visit a few more of the exhibits, and we did stumble upon a very strange one that used glass and stuffed animals. We were all a little freaked out by it.

I Will Not Make Anymore Boring Art... Venice Biennale

We set off to get some food and gelato, of course getting lost on the way. We found some awesome pizza, and I found some great street art related to the Biennale, mainly two posters that read “There is no art here” and “none here either”. We made it back to the ‘Coop’ Supermarket, and brought yogurt and fruit for breakfast, rolls with cream cheese, salami and rocket for lunch, and pasta for dinner. A total cost per person of 7 Euro, a backpackers dream. One funny thing we did find in the supermarket was traffic lights at each register, see photos further up the page!

St Mark's Basilica

I am off to Rome tomorrow, to enjoy some more great Pizza, Pasta, Gelato, and that old stuff that’s there.

Back on Busabout's Blue Bus!

Quick Stop Over
It was back on the bus, for a one night visit to Munich. We did the usual small stop, this time at Lucerne. We were then given a bonus stop, and the ability to tick another European country off the list. Liechtenstein is the sixt smallest country in the world, at just 25km in length and 6km in width. It is also the world’s largest producer of dentures, and has had a status as tax haven. The guide on the bus gave us some silly fact, which I will try and verify, but for now, take it with a grain of salt. Apparently, Liechtenstein has more registered companies than it has residents.

Castle on the hill in Liechenstein

It was a quaint little town, where we indulged in a kebab, and took a wonder down the main street. Kelly and I took the piss a little, by posing at the ATM, taking a photo of a ‘local’ (a man reading the financial times), and got our passports stamped at the tourist office. After just 45 minutes, it was time to go, and continue the journey into one of my favorite cities, Munich.

A local in their natural habitat...

The Crawl
We arrived pretty late, just enough time to check in, grab some pizza for dinner, then ‘doll up’ for the pub crawl. The Insider tour’s ‘The Crawl’ is the same tour that I did two years ago, with Inger and Mary. Back then, we had an amazingly cool guide called Ollie, who was from England. Unfortunately he had moved on, and our guide Felix, was no where near as knowledgeable, or funny. We had the hour of power at the Euro Youth Hostel down the road. I had regretted not buying a t-shirt two years ago, so this time took advantage of the opportunity. The shirt reads, ‘The Crawl. The best night you will never remember’.

Random currency in Euro Youth Hostel

Our second stop was Augustiner Keller, and I indulged in a giant stein (1L) of brilliant German beer, and a pretzel. It was nice to wonder along the same streets and it brought back some serious nostalgia from two years before. I may have rubbed it in a little by messaging Inger.

Geordie with a stein and pretzel...

Our third stop was Lowenbrau, a grand old beer hall, with an outdoor garden, which is a particular favorite of mine. We only had a half stein, and it came in a really cool bottle, which I wanted to keep, but forgot to. I managed to get chatting with a neighboring table outside. There were two local German women, one of which was married to one of the guys, who was from New Zealand, and his mate was from London. They were a very stange bunch, and the conversation made it clear that the beers had been flowing.

The beautiful Lowenbrau beer hall...

The Closer
We moved onto our fourth stop, the original home of Augustiner, which was a cute beer hall. To be honest, I don’t remember much about it, but I do know that I had a beer put in front of me, and politely divided it between the others around me. Our Busabout guide, Ben, was heading back to the hostel with one of the other guides, I took advantage of the free directions, and followed suit. I left the others to thrash it out, as the last stop was a return to the first stop, the Euro Youth Hostel. On arrival, you recieved three Jager shots. Not really my cup of tea.

Amazingly good beer, and awesome bottle

In a strange series of events, I actually ended up running into Ollie, the English guide from two years ago. I was so excited and he claimed to remember our group. The only reason was because of the American guy, whose stein he smashed after he didn’t look him in the eye when performing a Prost (cheers). Once again, Munich brings out the surpirses and makes even a one night visit brilliant. Onto the bus again, heading to Venice, with just 4 hours sleep.

Geordie & Ollie, the original Beer Guide

One of the Busabout Busses

Monday – Busabout, Rosti and Contiki
I got on the bus with a little bit of time to spare. I stated chatting with a few people on the bus, which is what happens on Busabout. By our first stop, I was pretty hungry, so it was a baguette for breakfast. By that stage, I had really started chatting to people on the bus and was quite enjoying the journey. We stopped in a small towns industrial estate for lunch, and the only option was McDonalds. We embraced it, and enjoyed a Royal with Cheese. They also had free wifi, which as you may know always make me happy.

French McDonalds, Royal with Cheese!

We arrived in Bern late in the afternoon, and I encountered some confusion in relation to my bookings. The driver told me that I was booked to drive through to Lauterbrunnen, but I was pretty sure I had booked Bern. Unfortunately my computer was out of batteries and I was unable to check. I ended up staying on the bus, and subsequently forfeit my deposit for the Hostel in Bern. It worked out in my favor, as I had a few cool people to hang around with, including Kelly from Melbourne, Alissa from New Zealand and Matt from Perth. (more…)

Day 105+ – 31st of May

Back to the travel
On the Saturday, I left the sunrise site, and Gabby and I drove into Yeovil. I managed to miss my train, but it worked in my favor as I had a lovely lunch from one of the bakeries in town. My trip into London was pretty uneventful, and I once again tackled the tube to get to Palmers Lodge. It was quite strange being back there for just one night, most of the usual suspects were there, but everyone seemed to be over the party time, and into the work side of things. I did some overdue washing, and more importantly, enjoyed a real shower. During sunrise, I had gone 5 days without a shower, and whilst it was an experience, it was not something I would like to repeat.

I collected my left over stuff, and threw a lot of stuff out. I started packing after I had done my washing, and realized that I was missing the little backpack off the front of my pack. This bag is extremely important, as it gives me that extra 20L of space. I looked long and hard for it, and after it didn’t show up, I was forced to compact my stuff into just the main part of my pack. I left a lot of stuff around my bed, including my broken wheelie case, a few books and assorted junk I have been collecting.

I also found the time to reinstall OS X on my Macbook and restore my files from the backup I had made almost three weeks before. It was quite painful to see what I had lost. I had tried to save all of my paris photos, using a utility on my broken computer. It had managed to get a fair amount of them back, but not all, including a video blog I had made. I also lost a promotional video that I had made the week before for the SAVE VCA Campaign.

Into Paris Again
I was back on the Eurostar the next afternoon, and arrived in Paris around 3. I had mastered the metro, and found my way to St Christopher’s Paris, part of a wide spread backpackers hostel chain. I checked in, did a fair amount of stuff on the net and started trying to bring my computer back up to speed. I wondered along the riverside and enjoyed watching the locals chill on a Sunday night. Some were playing bowls, some had brought their stereos and wine down, and others were just walking their dogs.

I was in bed pretty early, as I was on Busabout at 8am. I was starting to get exited about my next few weeks and the places I would see, and the people I would meet. For those who don’t know, Busabout is a travel bus service that runs along three loops in Europe. Along these routes are compulsory night stops. A bus will run every two days from these cities. I have done the Northern Loop before, but this journey will take me through Switzerland, Germany, Italy and Spain. I am so damn excited!

Palmers Lodge... I told you it was nice!

Day 97 – Friday 22nd of May

Heading into English Countryside

I wasn’t able to make the bus with the rest of the crew and Hamish, so I was left to try an find another way to Yeovil, in Country England. I managed to find out that there was a train line heading that way, and so I set about booking a ticket. Due to it being a long weekend, whilst I was booking a 6pm service, it sold out, in front of my eyes. I did manage to book the next service, and set about sorting out all of my stuff. I packed everything into my rolling case, and planned to leave my pack at Palmers. As I wheeled my case out, the wheels broke off. That’s what you get for a $29 Australian Dollar case brought in Dubai. I then had to pack everything back into my pack and risk damage to my knee, I had no other choice.

South West Trains to Yeovil

I managed to get to Waterloo Station, navigate the massive crowds, and get on the South West Train Service to Yeovil Junction. On the train, I met some nice girls in their last year of school. They were coming back from an excursion into London. They were amazed at the story of my trip, and I think I can safely say that inspired some of them to travel. I gave one of them one of my koalas as a bit of a joke.

Horses @ Base, near Yeovil

I managed to get off at the right station, with a bit of help from a young couple on the train. I had read that there was a bus into town, but because the train was running late, the connecting service had already departed. I started looking for a taxi, when the couple who had helped me get off at the right place came running up to me. The guy offered me a lift into town, as they were being picked up by his dad. I of course agreed, and thanked them a lot. I met up with Hamish and the crew at the local Whetherspoons, a pub chain that serves good cheap food and very cheap beer. There I met Jose, an English guy, and the two Hungarians, Greg and Gabbi. We had a quick beer and then headed to base.

Main street of Bruton

Base for us, was the location of last years festival, which was completely washed out, and subsequently cancelled. The farmer, Sid, a very hard to understand English man, had agreed to let my boss, Hamish, keep his truck and his stuff on his farm. We were staying in a large caravan, right next to a paddock that housed some really cute horses. We all crashed pretty early, and unfortunately for me, Hamish couldn’t find the sleeping bags, so I had a very cold night, despite my 4-5 layers of clothing.

Packing the truck

We were straight into work the next day, sorting out the mess of equipment from last year. It was hard work, especially for my knee, but I managed pretty well. I don’t know if it was juat my city upbringing, but the farm seemed to be the most awesome place to hang out. There were curious cows, gorgeous little lambs, and a large selection of crazy vehicles. I was particularly amazed at a very large army truck, and we joked that we should do all our deliveries in it.

The truck, ready to roll!

We made it to the site that afternoon. Sid, the farmer described it as ‘just down the road’; 40 minutes later, and after navigating our way through Bruton, we found the Gilcombe Farm Shop, and the Sunrise Celebration Site opposite. We were one of the first few onsite, and to me it looked like a big empty field. We started to construct the blocks in what felt like the middle of nowhere, and I started to learn the knack of composting toilets.

Give a wave! Counrty England Geordie!

After a long day, the rest of the crew arrived, and we dropped off more equipment around the site. We had missed the crew dinner, which had only started that day, so we headed into sleepy Bruton, and to the local Chinese Restaurant. We all inhaled our food, and Jose and I were left onsite for the night, and the others went back to Yeovil. We luckily had a caravan to sleep in for the night, and Hamish had brought some new sleeping bags from Argos (like K-Mart).

Sid's way of moving stuff!

The next day we started pretty late. Sid had agreed to tow his massive trailer down, filled with gear, and it arrived onsite around midday. The site was starting to take shape, with more people arriving, and more infrastructure being put in place. We were setting up the toilets at a cracking pace, and had until Thursday to get them all up.

The Bob Marley 12 Block!

Now I should probably explain what a compost toilet system actually is. If you don’t like the idea of talking about poo and wee, skip this paragraph. You can see the physical structure of the toilet blocks from my photos, they are nothing special. In each cubicle there is a raised platform with a toilet seat that has a shoot attached. You enter, do your business as normal, use the toilet paper if needs be, throw that down the shoot and then if you have done number 2’s, you put a scoop of sawdust in as well. The urine is drained from the wheelie bins and pumped into a large tank called an IBC. The toilet paper, poo and sawdust is left in the bin to start the composting process. The urine is pumped away by a suck truck, and when the bins are full, they have their lid put back on, and are stored.

Pulling the tarp on a 5 block

This is where the system gets interesting. The wee is mixed with water 1-8 and used as an exceptionally good fertilizer. The bins are left to compost for 12 months, and are then also available as fertilizer. For the sunrise gig, the farmer kept all of the urine onsite and was even nice enough to use his own suck truck. He is an organic farmer, so Christmas had come early for him. The work is surprisingly good, and the whole gig, I only came into contact with the nasty’s once, when we were problem solving. It is an amazing system, and I am completely behind it environmentally and physically HAHA!

Chaiwallis Tent at sunset.

We all got into the groovy, and proudly created some nicknames. We were the ‘Poo Crew’, I am the Poo Ninja, Hamish is Captain Crapper, Jose is the Poo Pirate, Gary is still undecided, and Gabbi (my favorite) is Poocahontas. The rest of the week was pretty hectic, but each night we would also have a stock of knock off beers. I met some cool people on the festival, too many to list, but I definitely liked the vibe onsite, and for the festival. I am very much looking forward to volunteering at some more.

My boss, wearing my raybans!

Once again, this post is a little dated, but I am working on catching my blog up. This post occurs after my weekend trip to paris, and just before I head off to the music festivals… Enjoy!

A routine… Sort of…
It was back to ‘normal’ life, and my routine. I visited the Physio for the last session, dropped my camera in for repairs and settled back into the wonderful Palmers Lodge. It was strange, as we had lost a few people from the original crew, and it felt a little quiet at the hostel, despite a few nights of full capacity, but they were just strangers. It was quite funny to walk back into the lounge and look around and think to myself, ‘what are all these people doing in our lounge, I don’t know any of them’. Palmers has really become my home away from home, but it’s the people that make that definition possible.

My Physio... Up a flight of stairs... Go figure!

I met up with the two Brizillian girls, Sylvia and ?????, for dinner. I assumed we would be going out or something, but we ended up going to the apartment of a couple of their friends for a home cooked meal. They were a French couple, and the woman was half Chinese. The food was amazing. It was a very amusing dinner party, due to the mixed background of its guests. Out of the 8 people present, English was the first language for two of us. It made for some amusing moments of confusion.

Sylvia & I at dinner.

Tate Modern and Spring Awakening
A few days later, I was invited by an American girl, to go and explore the Tate Modern. I accepted quite willingly, as I had finished up Physio, and my life was on temporary hold until the end of May. Tate Modern was amazingly good, and I fell in love with an installation work by Jeff Coons, which took some inspiration from Dan Flavin. We also explored the Southbank precinct, and passed by the Tower bridge, for yet another cheesy tourist photo. We had really made a day of it, and unfortunately I had to cut it short to head back to the Hostel. I was off to see Spring Awakening, a highly reviewed musical with a five star rating from all major London papers.

The set of Spring Awakening

Anna (from Zimbabwe), Brett (from Perth), and I set out to find the Novello Theatre, and after following bad Google Map directions from my phone, we managed to arrive in time. Our seats were exceptional, in row D of the Stalls (ground floor), two seats off centre. They were last minute tickets that I had picked up the day before, and cost 25 pound each. The musical was amazingly good, and I would be safe in saying that it is the ‘Wicked’ of its genre, meaning that considering its target audience, it is exceptionally well written, directed and acted.

Charlotte, the lead of Spring Awakening

Anna wanted to get some signatures, and as such we found ourselves standing outside the stage door. She managed to get a few, and when the lead actress, 18 year old Charlotte Wakefield exited, she was the only one mobbing her. We all wondered over and I enquired as to why she wasn’t being mobbed by a sea of crazy fans. We got chatting, and she invited us out for drinks with the cast and crew at a local pub. We obviously accepted quite willingly, and were treated to an hour or so of drinking with some real west end actors and crew. For me, it was the perfect top of, to the perfect day in London. On the way home, we caught the tube a few stops with the lead actress and she asked us to add her on Facebook. I did so the next day and was a little disappointed that it was more of a fan page than her actual profile, nevertheless we did have a few beers and I was pretty content with that.

Me, and two of the staff from Palmers!

You trashbag…!
Every Friday night at Palmers, they hold a themed party, and this week it was the trashbag party, where you pretty much came dressed in a trashbag. I spent most of the day shopping in Oxford street with a girl called Lauren from Sydney. I had lost most of my socks, and as such required a visit to Primark. It was a crazy experience, and sort of like a cross between Jay Jays and Myer on some serious drugs. We explored some really cool boutiques off the main street, and tried some crazy lollies including one called beer bottles, which were like coke bottles but beer flavored… Yuk!

London street art

That evening was pretty messy, with a lot of people getting into the spirit. I can safely say that it was one of the better parties held in the Chapel Bar of the Lodge. I got halfway through the night and started changing the lighting in the room, making the Par Can pointing at the mirror ball, more of a pin spot with a flattened can and my leatherman. We ended up partying onto the usual place (Bartok), in Chalk Farm where we drank some more and had a good dance. I was very amused when Single Ladies by Beyonce came on, and called Govin in Australia, despite the time difference. I retired pretty early, escorting a few drunker ones home at the same time.

Coopers Pale Ale, and Shapes... Australia Store goodness!

Hamish, Australia Store, & Farewells…
My days in London were gradually drawing to a close, and I was a mixture of sad and happy feelings. It was all signaled by a family friend, Hamish, arriving in town. I met up with him for a beer in Leicester Square, and chatted about volunteering on a few music festivals over the summer. It was really exciting, as he is an artist himself, and tires to hire only Australian artists.
The work would not be easy, as it involved working on the toilets, compost toilet to be exact. But it was the artist endeavors that I would be privy to that interested me. I was not getting paid, because I don’t have a visa, but he would cover my accommodation, transport, meals and beers, which sounded like a grand plan to me. We were setting off sometime on Thursday or Friday, and as such that left me with about 3-4 days left in London.

Camden Markets

I met up with one of the Brazilian girls the day she left, and showed her the Camden Markets. I actually ended up seeing her off at Heathrow for a bit of fun, and it was nice to revisit the airport without my crutches. On my second last day in London, I trekked out with Hermione (girl from Blue Mountains) to explore a bit more of London, and do some travel shopping. We had an awesome lunch from a market near Covent Garden. I brought a new pair of shoes (Merrell Cross Trainers), recommended by my Physio, that would provide me with extra support of my knee. We also stumbled across the Australia Store, drooling over the cases of Coopers Pale Ale, Arnotts Shapes, Killer Pythons and Vegemite.

Camera stores are dangerous...

On the way back to the hostel, I got a call to say that my camera was ready, so I headed out to Vauxhaul via bus as there were strikes on the tube. It was quite nice to go by bus, because it gave me some orientation of London, and I found out that Vauxhaul wasn’t as far away from the main city as I thought. My camera cost a whopping 200 pounds to fix, and I was glad Travel Insurance was covering it. I caught the bus back to Camden Markets, then to Palmers Lodge for my second last night in London.

Space Invader, London Street Art

The Delay
We were supposed to leave Wednesday night, then Thursday, and it ended up being Friday. I had a bit of a freak out on the Thursday morning about my cash flow, considering the insurance company owes me over $3000 Australian dollars, and as such I spent some time upset on the phone to my dad. He calmed me down and told me that I was fine to loan off him, considering I have had a job since I was 13. I got some Nandos with Hermione, Parise and Nathaniel, and the Hermione and I chilled out for most of the afternoon in Starbucks having long chats about life.

The Tate Modern!

I ended up leaving on Friday night, but had to take the train, as I couldn’t make the bus with the notice Hamish gave me. I was off to the Somerset region, at a farm near Yeovil (Country England), to volunteer on a music festival called Sunrise Celebration. It was a hippy festival and I was working on composting toilets, I do love a good story to tell…

Palmers Lodge... I told you it was nice!

I know this blog post is quite late, and I am actually writing it from a small town in the Swiss Alps, almost three weeks after the fact. I still want to get it down on paper (well digital paper anyway). It will be brief and for the most recent update about what I am up to, please skip ahead to a newer post!

Me, in the Swiss Alps

Right, with the introduction over, I can get stuck into it. So outside of my Physio appointments and general London lifestyle, I was invited over to Paris for the weekend, to visit my aunty Lynley. I accepted quite willingly, as it was a good way to break up my recovery time and I was hanging to see a new place, and a familiar face.

Eurostar Ticket Collection

I booked a return ticket on the Eurostar thanks to LastMinute.co.uk, but it still cost me over 120 pounds. This was quite expensive compared to the 59 pound return tickets that had advertised around London. My aunty was covering my accommodation and living expenses for most of my time in London, so it was really quite a good deal.

Friday
I took my wheeling case, and left my pack with most of my stuff in the storage shed at Palmers Lodge in London. It was not heavy, but posed a challenge when tackling the London tube, and it’s lack of elevators and escalators. I eventually made it to Kings Cross (St Pancras) Station, and boarded the Eurostar with some time to spare. The trip was amazing. The train went so fast and was very smooth. It was a little weird thought, because the train takes you through a number of tunnels, not just the tunnel under the channel, and these posed some pain on your ears. I am not sure if it has something to so with the speed of the train, or the style of train, but the sudden changes wreaked havoc on your ears.

Paris Metro, Minutes to train

I met Lynley at Paris Du Nord, and we took the Metro about 10 stops to where we were staying. I was expecting to be on the couch in her friends apartment, but as it turned out, her friend’s brother was away on business, and had an apartment across the road. This meant that I had my own apartment in Paris, with a view of the park and a lovely lounge room lined with walls of books. I was seriously amazed, and despite the two story stair climb, very content with my lodgings. I actually filmed a video blog in my apartment because I felt so at home and amazed at my surroundings. Unfortunately, due to my computer crashing, I have lost the file, as I only recovered image files.

The Pompidou Centre

Lynley and I took full advantage of my early arrival, jumping back on the Metro and heading into the Pompidou Centre. I had heard of the place before, but never visited in my past trips to Paris. It is a modern art gallery, but has special significance as all of its services are visible from the outside of the building. When it was built, which was at least 30 years ago, it caused a lot of controversy, some Parisians hated it, some loved it. Today it stands as a symbol of the modern architecture of its day.
Due to it being a public holiday, every man and his dog were there, so we decided to skip it and maybe return later, instead choosing to wander through the wonderful streets. I introduced Lynley to the amazing Soy Chai latte with a half pump vanilla, and we found a great deli where we brought our dinner. We ended up on the river, and got lost a number of times.

OMG... Food!

We headed back to the apartment, where I met Lynley’s friend Sabrina. We had pre dinner drinks consisting of a few Kronenburg 1664’s at a lovely roadside café. We then inhaled our wonderful Salmon and cream sauce pasta in Sabrina’s loungeroom. It was of corse soaked up with amazing French bread. I retired to my wonderful apartment and sat by the window for a while, watching the world pass by, before retiring to bed. It was wonderful to be in a new city, and to have the travelling under way again.

1664, French for beer!

Saturday
The next day was Lynley’s birthday, and so it was up to her what we did. I managed to find a bakery and ordered two criossants in full French. I was extremely proud of myself. Lynley suggested we try and re-visit the Pompidou Centre, and this time succeeded in getting in. It was a wonderful place, and I fell in love with their foyer signs, which were LEDs set in Perspex. We saw two floors of the permanent exhibitions, and found some interesting pieces, including one artist who essentially made strange circus style toys. We had both has enough after two or so hours, and decided a movie might be nice for Lynley’s birthday. I got some free wifi, checked the GPS, and we set out in search of a cinema that was playing films in English. It was surprisingly hard to find, but after walking past it, getting lost for 35 minutes, and trying to ask for directions, we found it.

Lynley and I with good popcorn!

The movie was called Good Morning England, and was amazingly good. The cinema gave you a choice between both styles of popcorn, which was amazing. After falling in love with sweet popcorn in Asia, I got sweet for me, and salted for Lynley.The movie had gone for a lot longer than we thought, and as such we were a little late to meeting Sabrina for dinner. We tried ringing her a few times, but as it turns out, Lynley had her number wrongly written in her phone. I dissected the country codes and such and managed to get onto her. We eventually set a rendezvous closer to the restaurant rather than our apartments, and it worked quite well.

Beautiful Old French Car

Dinner was amazing, We had a set menu, and I tired snails, baked cheese, and indulged in the amazing bread (as usual). Lynley and Sabrina were on the good wine, but due to my dislike of wine, I stuck to the 1664. We indulged in some amazing desert (chocolate pudding), and then set out in Sabrinas Mum’s car to have a night tour of Paris. It was amazing, and I was really excited to see something that most tourists would not get to. I was being driven around Paris, by a Parisian.

The Louvre @ Night!

We drove through the Arch De Triumph, stopped at the Eifel Tower, and along the river. It was truly an amazing experience. I was on a late train the next day, which meant that we could go to Sabrinas Mum’s house for lunch and ‘the best’ cuscus we would ever taste. We retired early, and I once again took in the fact that I had an apartment to myself. I attempted to use the computer, which was a challenge, because it involved setting all the languages to English, and changing the keyboard layout to a normal QWERTY setup.

My apartment building!

Sunday
We didn’t get up very early, and once I managed to get a hold of Lynley, she cooked me bacon and scrambled eggs on (amazing) bread. We mucked around for a bit, I started packing my stuff, then we headed out for a coffee on the way to Sabrinas Mum’s. The coffee was amazing, and we mused at how nice life was.

Paris Coffee!

We almost got lost trying to find the place, instead stumbling upon the market that setup each Sunday in their street. Lynley brought some flowers as a thank you for lunch and we found their house. Her mum runs a kind of short term apartment hotel, and she lives with one of her nieces on the ground floor of the building. There was other family present, including a couple of Sabrina’s sisters. I got to meet Madele again, and also one of her cousins, Lisa. They were very cute together, Madele being a few years older than Lisa took the controlling role in most interactions.

Markets, near Sabrina's Mums house!

Lunch was amazing, with so much food and even some champagne. Then came desert, large glasses, with fresh strawberries, ice cream, nuts, syrup and topped with whipped cream. It was quite amazing. After literally being full to the brim, we had to make a move, so that I could pack my stuff and get the Eurostar back to Paris. On the way back we stumbled across an arts precinct, and Lynley and I did some window shopping.

Heavily grafitti'd van in Paris!

You may have read my blog post from London whose prequel described my encounter with the UK Border Agency. If you haven’t been enlightened with my rather comical story, click here. The Eurostar on the way back was quite fun, I really enjoy trains. I met two very nice Brizillian girls on the train. After watching them attempt to sleep on the bright train, I offered up my eye mask and we got chatting. We swapped details and agreed to catch up. Travel really is amazing like that, one minute you are strangers and with some small talk and a little humour, you are agreeing to meet up, or do something. Its great to be back on the road, and I am looking forward to my Busabout trip, which I will be booking this week.

Eurostar @ St Pancras Station, London

WARNING! RANT AHEAD… DO NOT TAKE SERIOUSLY!

I thought I would be in a good mood to write. I thought I would bring my blog up to speed. I thought the late night Eurostar would be a perfect place to get my head in gear and put my reflections and experiences onto digital paper. I didn’t really think that through so well.

As I write this, I am sitting in seat 73 of carriage 18 (yes 18/19, it’s a big train). I am red faced, and listening to Rage Against The Machine (angry music). This is because for the third time, I got shit from the UK Border Agency. I have entered the United Kingdom three times in my lifetime, once in 2007, once two weeks ago (April 2009), and today, the 10th of May. Every time I have presented myself at the border, I have been greeted… Wait… grunted at, which translates to “Hand over your documents” by a sour faced, paranoid, cold toned, glorified security guard, who clearly has no hobbies. There is no time for pleasantries when a young Australian male, clearly here to break the law, do drugs, sleep with the women and stick it to the clearly superior motherland, is at the border.

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Thought I’d let you know how my week in Dubai, recovering was… so here goes…

Day 65 to Day 71
Tuesday 21st of April to Tuesday 27th of April
Dubai, United Arab Emirates

My week was very slow, as I needed to do very little, to protect my leg. It had been set in a half cast to make sure my leg is left in isolation. When I did this injury on my left leg in Australia, I had what is called a Zimmer splint, which is a fabric cast with metal supports. They don’t seem to have that sort of stuff here, only knee supports in that strechy fabric.

My days were filled with waking for breakfast, talking to people from home on the net, getting lunch from the local supermarket, and chatting with the other people around the guesthouse. Most evenings, I would get dinner from a local Indian restaurant called Lucky. One evening, I ventured into the Hotel to the restaurant there, which had live entertainment. It was great, but was amazingly expensive. I ended up having a starter and water. (more…)