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The End

London then back to reality...

rain -50 °C

Hello for the last time... well, for now anyway. I'm sad to be ending my blog and even more sad that it's the end of my trip.

I arrived in London after a long flight, made longer by the small brat sat in the row in front of me. It's father had his chair back as far as it would go until his head was nearly in my lap and the spawn of satan was let loose in the aisles of the plane and took great joy in hitting everyone who was alseep or otherwise as he went running up and down. I know it must be boring for a child on a plane but there is a limit... Got off the plane and stood in the customs queue for ages, why don't these people smile?? Once through, I stopped at Costa coffee and bought a rubbish latte then made my way over to the phone chip vending machine then spent near an hour on the vodaphone website trying to activate it, finally got it going and hopped on a train to meet up with new friends who let me kip on their couch which I shared with Daniel the Spaniel who snores...
They were so welcoming and I felt instantly comfortable and relaxed with them all, they even had a wee shindig in my honour on my last night, how nice is that?? I also met up with my mate Alex who I went through Vietnam with, she's ace. We had lunch and coffee and did some mooching about London. I also met up with my friend David who took me to a very posh resturant in Pall Mall where you're not allowed ot have your mobile on. I didnt know this at the time, so when my phone rang I thought it was hilarious, the Ace of Spades blaring out of my shopping bag handbag hehe I got a few furrowed brows for that haha
I went to a gallery and found my way to the london office of my old work to see Tracy and Neelai which was great. Londons a funny place, the tube is mad, no one talks to you or looks at you, they all just stand there looking at the floor or read the free metro paper for fear of making any sort of eye contact. One morning the tube stopped between stations and switched it's engine off. Deathly silence filled the carriage and I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it, it was just so weird. I got a lot of room after that with people slowly edging away from the nutter on the train... While walking the streets a woman handed me a flower wrapped in tin foil and asked me for 'money for the children' I asked her for her ID and she got all shirty with me 'I don't need ID laaav' so I didn't give her anything and handed back the flower, so rude. I also asked someone for directions in the street and they didn't want to know, it was an italian man who helped me in the end. Londoners are so mean, even in Morrisons while shopping for pavlova ingredients I felt intimidated and small. I wouldn't live in London if you paid me, it's mean and nasty. Of all the places I've been in the world, London is the only place that made me feel scared, intimidated and unsafe. Well, I'm not saying I'd walk the streets of La Linea on my own at night, esp through the ghetto at the border and esp after I got mugged there a few years ago and again, I might not feel too comfortable alone at night in Edinburgh but London just has that air of trouble brewing about it. You might think I'm mad but it's true. I got off the tube after my meal in Pall Mall and practically ran all the way home after texting my friends to let them know I was on my way. It was dark and wet and a big dog barked at me and 2 big burly blokes stood on the corner and stared at me eeek!! me no like. I suppose it doesn't help that all you hear in the media is bad things, I'm sure it's lovely and paved in gold somewhere... The people I was staying with were from Tazmania, Finland and South Africa by the way, not london and like I said before, very nice indeed.

Back on a plane and off to Scotland, got off the plane and no one was there to meet me... poor me... nearly a year away and not a parent in sight. Do you know why? they were having a drink!! shocking isn't it, had to wait outside in the cold for them to arrive, I'm not sure if I'll ever get over it... Being back in Scotland is just weird, in a nice way but strange all the same. I haven't lived here for 14 years so don't really know anyone, it's great to see my family and LeeAnne tho. For the first 2 weeks I was just waiting on my next move then realising I didn't have one I got the post travel blues and booked a flight to Spain. Being back in Spain/Gibraltar was great, I missed my friends so much and even tho it rained quite a lot when I was there it was still warm and felt like I was home. I threw my girls around the room and got jumped on in the guise of Auntie GiGi, went out with Lee-Ann in Spain, great night that was. Drinks with the lads and lunch with friends. On my last night I sat in the pub from about 12 noon and watched people come and go all day. Felt like the queen sitting there hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye then back on the plane and back to Scotland... time to look for a job boohoooo still looking...

Well what can I say, it's been a stormer of a year and I have loved every single minute, day, night and second of it. I have loads of favourite places I would love to go back to and loads of favourite people I'd love to see again and will see again for sure. Off to Dublin in July to see Aisling that I travelled through Indonesia with for a start. I've been to amazing places, see amazing things and met totally fabulous people along the way (and the odd weirdo). I've basked in the sun on glorious beaches, climbed volcanos, snorkelled the great barrier reef, got drunk on buckets of mekong whiskey, fell over a lot, jumped out of an aeroplane, threw ninja stars, meditated on a hill top, danced the night away and fell in love with the world and everything thats in it. I met a dog that got eaten by his owners dad, took a dip in a volcanic lake, had lunch in a hill tribe house, held hands with a wild orangutan, got eaten alive by mosquitos and bed bugs, lost a toe nail, got robbed in the street and on the beach, got stuck in a hole and broke a rib trying to get out, flew in a helicopter and treked through the jungles of Thailand. I went to festivals and gigs, zoos and ninja castles, got beaten at pool, played on a climbing frame, triumphed at singstar and buzz, scared a wombat and cuddled a Koala. I've eaten weird and wonderful food in resturants and hawker stands, on the street and in road side cafes. I stayed in hotels and backpackers, tents, squat like holes, on sofas at friends houses and even shared peoples beds (it's cheaper to share a double before you start thinking that I'm some sort of floosy) I travelled on planes, buses, trains, tuk tuks, cars, trams, boats, by elephant, truck and motorbike.
People ask me all the time what my favourite bit or place was. I can never come up with a straight answer. I loved SE Asia a lot esp Vietnam and Cambodia then I can't forget Laos it was gorgeous and the north of Thailand was amazing then of course there's Japan, it was crazy and brilliant. I had the best time ever in Australia meeting up with old friends and new, Melbourne being my favorite city there, for lots of different reasons. I loved Indonesia and LA, Vancouver was fantastic and Malaysia was great although the food didn't like me. Oh I loved it all, I didn't want it to end, I still wish it was last year now so I could do it all again.
The people I met and travelled with with truely brilliant and I plan on keeping in touch with them.. you have been warned... I'd like to see more of Vietnam and Japan and will definately go back to Australia. I'd also like to see some of Europe, Africa, South America and do the transiberian railway trip. I love travelling.

Thank you to everyone who's been reading my waffle and kept in touch while I wondered the world. Also a massive thank you to everyone who supported me, put me up, fed me and entertained me. You are ACE!!

Better get saving for the next trip.....!!

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee x

Posted by blondesock 02:48 Archived in Scotland Comments (1)

The beginning

Leaving... on a jet plane...

sunny 17 °C
View Scotland and a bit of Englandshire too on blondesock's travel map.

Well hello there, are you sitting comfortably? then I'll begin.... I'm not the best writer in the world and some of it may not even make sense, my parents often said I talked in riddles so good luck and enjoy....

on the 6th March, I was standing at the boarding gate in Malaga brushing tears away from my cheek till the people behind me said this...

"Oh Agnes, we went to that wee tapas place again last night", "did you Mary?" "Aye, Octopus salad Agnes, Octopus", "Really Mary? wiz it ony good?" "Aye Mary, is wiznae bad like..."

Made me giggle and I was off. Bonny Scotland here I come. Edinburgh Customs pulled me over when I was coming through with my bags. I'd had my cello wrapped up in that plastic stuff for extra protection and had to set it free so I could carry it so I got out my trusty swiss army blade and cut my finger open with it before releasing Gino (yes my cello has a name, he's italian so why not... 'caio' ala eddy izzard) anyway, I was last through so they pulled me cos I had loads of luggage and asked me if I had any guns, knives or drugs, hello? as if I was going to say Oh God yes, I forgot I wasn't allowed to bring them in.. I confessed to 9 cartons of ciggies which I had previously that day smuggled over the boarder in a onner, then she x-rayed everything. When Gino the cello went through she turns to me and says, "have you got packets of cigarettes in your cello case?" yes I said, golden virginia, great for packing and she let me go.

Scotlands a great place, so much to do and see, I'd forgotten how much I missed it. Just a bit cold though.

I counted up the number of animals I ate while in Scotland and it came to 13!! I had Cow, Pig, Lamb, Sheep, Deer, Wood Pigeon, Pheasant, Chicken, Duck, Salmon, Trout, Tuna and prawns all in 6 or 7 weeks, some of it shot my Dad, not the prawns though.... the trout however was caught and home smoked by my lovely God Father and it was lush!!

anyway, the weather was surprisingly amazing while I was there after the snow melted although having lived in the sun for so long, as soon as I see it I think it's going to be hot and it soooo isn't in Scotland, it's more of a light in the sky thats sometimes bright... It was warm a few days though, sat out on a step in Thankerton in a tee shirt, never thought I'd see the day then again at my mums, my sister Lorna even got a bit burnt that day.
According to facebook if I were a princess I'd be Snow White. This has been confirmed at my Mums due to the little birds tying to get through the window while I'm singing, yes, it's all true I watched them many times. Whether or not they wanted to get through to peck my eyes out I'm not sure as I never opened it but lets just say it's cos of the snow white thing..

I do have photos from these 7 weeks but they're in my wee note book thing which refused to work at my mums so you'll just have to imagine the animals at the zoo and wee Rory's face on top of the zoo slide, the reflections on the loch in Aberfoyle, the blanket of snow drops in Dawyk Park, the scathing sleety rain at the Grey Mares Tail and Lorna's amazing cake from my almost last night....

I packed a lot in while I was in the homelands including ceremonial tattie planting with my Dad, cocktail drinking at 3 in the afternoon, training with mum and her puppy, partying in Glasgow, rolling boiled eggs down a hill in Linlithgow on easter sunday, the bowling club dance where I brought the average age down by quite a bit, concorde, the grand national, the best sunday roast I've ever had, yes that's you Carl and of course a fabulous shepherds pie made with real shepherds so I'm told... I even had time to sort and book my plan of action and buy all the stuff I will and might need on the way. I met up with old friends, one of which I don't think I'd seen for about 13 years which was great and I was given the most amazing pair of red 7 inch heeled shoes by a woman with great taste but which I didn't pack for my trip. Granny wanted to borrow them but I was afraid I'd never get them back.

Leaving Scotland wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be, after all I'm only going on holiday and having lived away for 12 years me and my family are used to airports. My matching parents took me to the airport, mum and brian accidentally in red and dad and joyce accidentally in white. Got on the plane and headed to heathrow. Enjoyed a lovely evening in the Sheraton hotel that night then went to the airport in the morning and boarded for Narita....

Anyhoo, I bet some of you never thought this travel plan of mine was ever going to happen, I myself had my doubts every now and then, after all, I've been going on about it for nearly 2 years LOL!! and a lots happened in those 2 years as well. I'm so glad I'm doing it though, it's the chance of a life time, I have no idea what the the next 11 months will hold but what I do know is that I'll never forget it. Unless I get a knock on the head and that memory loss thing that I can't spell beginning with 'A'... but what are the chances of that?

Next installment will be from and about Japan. I'm there now and it's amazing but will have to work out how to get my photos on here before I waffle on about heated loo seats, getting lost, eating eels and listening to bagpipes in the park and to be honest, I think the above is enough for you all to start with hehehe

missing you all love Gxxx

P.S. please ignore the map thing, it's pants, doesn't even know where Edinburgh is... so I gave up. Can't delete it though, will work on that hehe

Posted by blondesock 21:16 Archived in Scotland Comments (0)

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