Apparently you need to be in the water for it to actually qualify as surfing. |
To say it’s all over isn't quite true. The ‘travelling’ part is over but that doesn't mean the excitement is finsihed. We’re not at home. I’m not wrting this post in England. I’m writing in Australia. We plan to be here for a while if we can
manage it but it’s going to require a lot of graft, probably a lot of stress
and some pretty miserable times I imagine.
We have nothing. Two rucksacks
filled with tatty clothes, some residual dioreah and heads full of big plans
and dreams. We’re almost the set-up for
a terrible ITV sitcom. Let me give you the
low-down on what the plan actually is, it’s a bit boring so I’ll give it to you
in a nut shell, but at least you will know;
At least I won't have to watch any more of this shitey dancing. |
We have 1 year working visas which will
help us to recoup some of the funds that we were scammed out of in Asia. If we work out in the sticks as farmers for
three months we can extend our visa’s for an additional 12 months. Then, we’ll take a month or so traveling
around all the major cities to see which one suits us best, when we find one,
we’ll rent a place and look for the elusive ‘real life’ jobs. If we find them, like the place and meet a
good group of friends, we stay. If not,
we can move on knowing that we give it a good go. That’s pretty much it. It’s exciting and scary at the same
time. Anyway, enough of the borig stuff,
let me fill you in on what has happened since my last post which was ages ago
but you can let me off, we only had a month left and I didn’t want to waste
time in an internet café!
So, after Sumatra we headed to Bali, spent
some time in the Gilley Islands then flew to Singapore for our final few
days. Lets start with Bali, or Little Oz
as I like to call it. Here are the
facts;
- It’s not as good as it should be.
- There are more Australian douchers in Bali than anywhere in the world.
- The beaches in Bali look the same as the beach at Whitley Bay. I swear.
- If you aren't wearing a sports vest, backwards cap and board shorts you are the one who looks like an idiot.
Total rebel. |
It’s a weird place. It’s alright.
It’s an easy place to be in that it’s very much geared towards tourists
but I think that maybe it’s a little too geared towards tourists to actually
offer anything of interest. If you just wanted a week on the beach and some
time to relax you’d have a decent time but it wouldn't blow your mind. Then again, I’m now a snobby traveler douche
so maybe I’m being unfair. The first
thing I noticed was the sheer amount of what I think are Australian chavs. Where ours wear tracksuit bottoms tucked into
socks and Berghaus jackets (or at least they did last time I saw one) the
Aussie version wears a sports vest (usually an American basketball team),
surfer shorts and a backwards cap. To me
they look like the lads out of 90’s UK pop groups. I’m thinking your A1’s, your
911’s, your Take That's and I’m certain that even at the time they all
looked like huge homos. That said, I
probably looked like more of a homo trying to imitate their look whilst dancing
around my room to their songs. But that was
the 90’s. I have to give them some
credit though; they aren't nearly as bad as the English lager louts and radgees
who go to Malia to beat people up and help enforce the international perception
that English people are dicks. We’re
even more hated than Americans. Can you
believe it?!
Those chillis were a bit too hot for Laura. |
After spending enough time with the Aussie chavs in Bali we took a
boat out to the Gilley Islands which is supposed to be a little undeveloped
haven with pristine beaches.
Much like Bali, it’s alright. Slightly fewer Aussie chavs but it’s still not paradise. We spent a good week there though just chilling out and making the most of the clear waters for snorkeling. But, remember when I was boasting about not dying and cheating death? Well, my boast came back to haunt me a. Death clearly doesn't like to be mocked openly. I came down with a pretty nasty fever that came out of no-where. Luckily there was a clinic on the island so I dragged my sorry self down and flopped onto the doctor’s bed where I was tested for malaria (luckily it wasn't) and given an initial 3 injections and 2 drip bags. I felt as though I was in pretty safe hands and in a reasonably clean clinic which gave me a bit of confidence. Then when I started to have some sort of fit or reaction to the injections which made me convulse like that bird off the exorcist I got pretty scared. I was injected another 9 times and given 2 more drip bags. I don’t know what the injections were but they made me chunder al owwa the doctor and his clinic. Bants. He literally grabbed a couple of paper towels and wiped down the surfaces then carried on as though nothing had happened. Pretty efficient you’ll agree. But if this doctor thinks its cool just to wipe sick off the floor and bed without using any kind of cleaning product he’s an idiot. That made me wonder how clean his clinic actually was. I could only think that I was lying in some Aussie’s chunder. Not cool. Regardless of cleanliness he did make me better in the end (not before slamming me with a bill for 100 quid) so I guess I should be grateful that it didn't turn out worse.
Doctors always perscribe rest, at least
they do when they don’t really know whats wrong with you and are simply hoping
that they haven’t given you an overdose.
Rest it was then. Well, it
wasn’t. Have you ever tried sleeping
next door to a Mosque during Ramadan? Those Muslims know how to make a racket
at the best of times, but during Ramadan they take it to another level. Every twenty minutes or so they’re piping up
on the mic and for some reason they have speakers which amplify the dreadful
singing across the whole town. What
could be worse when you’re trying to recover from an illness? How about two
Mosques belting out different tunes through loudspeakers at the same time?
Duling Muslims. Not fun. I can’t remember if it’s allowed back in
England but I can’t imagine it going down very well at all.
When I entered Indonesia I had a little
issue with the lad on immigration so it’s only right that I should have an
issue on the way out. It wasn’t an issue
with me, it was an issue with Laura.
Well, less an issue than a crush.
Well, less a crush than a need to marry her. Well, less than a need to a marry than a need
to have copius amounts of dirty sex with her.
This guy wsn’t secretly coming on to her, he was openly coming on to her
safe in the knowledge that I couldn’t say anyting. If I did, he’d just give me grief and not let
pass thorugh immigration. What a dick. Laura
kept explaining that I was her boyfriend but he would only look over, smirk,
and carry on tring to steal my girlfriend.
He explained that he had a car, which in fairness is more than I have, but surely that isn’t ground enough to steal a
woman? Let’s not forget that I sprayed Laura down in the shower after she shat
the bed and cleaned her dirty undercrackers for her. Surely that is worth more than a car?! He persisted for about 10 minutes before
remembering that he actually had a job to do and let Laura (and luckily me)
pass. If I didn’t need him to stamp my
passport and let me leave I would have given him a less than polite finger
wagging.
If only Megan Fox was there..... |
To end our trip we spent a few days in Singapore. During our time there we didn’t
really do anything massively exciting.
We had quite a few errands to run which included getting some new
clobber so that when we landed in Oz we looked like normal people and not total
hippies, we had to buy a laptop so that we can apply for jobs over the coming
weeks (Laura also managed to persuade me that we needed an I-pad somehow. For the record, we don’t but it’s too late
now) and of course, we couldn’t leave without going to Universal Studios to
ride the Transformers ride..…which is fucking mind blowing and without a doubt
the greatest experience of both the trip and my life. Screw graduation, screw building shit in
Zambia for underprivillaged kids, screw everything. Pool all of your money and get to Singapore
to get on the Transformers ride, it’s worth it. Perhaps not the most cultural
experience, perhaps not the most challenging, but without a doubt the most
fun. I’m sorry if that disappoints you.
I feel bad for summing up Singapore in one paragraph mostly dedicated to a ride
in a theme park but other than it being beatiful and a nice place to be,
nothing really happened, at least nothing you’d care to hear about. That’s just the way it sometimes.
So I guess that’s it for now. I’ll blog if something interesting happens
but I honestly don’t think it will, at least not for a while. We’re going to be looking for jobs and if we
find them, we’re likely going to be picking fruit for 3 months. I can’t make that interesting. So, for now, thanks for reading and thanks
for all of your kind and witty comments.
If nothing else it’s served to help us feel connected to home even
though we’re on the other side of the world.
Lessons learnt recently;
- The world is bigger than I could ever of imagined. I have more to see now then I did when I left.
- Time flies when you’re having fun. It feels like yesterday we were saying our goodbyes in England.
- I don't want to get involved with Aussie fashion.
- There is nothing better than a day on a sofa in front of a TV to make you feel at home.
- It's far to easy to slip back into normality even after being away for a while.