My time: 00:30
Your time: 18:30
Yesterday we arrived in Bangkok with very mixed feelings.
After convincing my travelling partner not to upgrade to Business Class, resisited spending all my funds in Chanel, walked away from the fabulous Kurt Geiger tassled boots and ate my last Yo Sushi the journey began.
The flight was good, I watched two films, ate dinner and then cried as I watched everyone around me sleep whilst I gained about forty five minutes of shut eye.
Following this we stopped in Mumbai airport where I was gawped at for obviously being the only blonde they had seen in a long while and I therefore had to prevent my other half from being aressted for assualt.
After another four hours and we finally landed in Bangkok and made our way to the hotel. We were met with pouring rain . . we were underdstandably tired . . and in all honesty Bangkok is not a very nice place.
Our first evening consisted of checking into our hotel and approximately five minutes later checking out again. I might be travelling but my god it would have been wrong to have even left my luggage in that room!
However, do not fret as I am now a happy camper. After moving hotels last night we awoke to a beautiful hot day and spent it touring the city in a Tuk Tuk for 20p . . well 40p as we felt bad only giving him 20 pence!
Tomorrow our adventure continues with a trip to Tiger Temple . .
I will be back to tell you about feeding my baby tigers . .
x
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Monday, 21 September 2009
My heart belongs to Daddy . .
This is my farewell to England, my last entry before I will be in the bright lights of Bangkok.
Sitting on my bed I feel a sense of sadness wash over me but a greater sense of love. Having been forced to say my goodbyes to the people I love the most has made me realise how very lucky I am. It is those brief moments that pass within seconds that I hold closest to my heart. The seconds of pure happiness that I would have otherwise ignored and taken for granted but instead have treasured in my remaining days.
Seeing Daddy drunk and making the table fall about in laughter as he always does, my brother telling stories that I later re-tell, the comfort of my family bickering around me, my girls making me laugh so hard no problem seems unsolvable, the drunken antics, the continual re-living of the night before. The passing moments of recognition that I hold a bond with certain people that not even time can break.
With me I will take a piece of each and everyone one of you, tucked away safely, to remind me that I am never truly alone.
Without those chosen people in our lives it would be very hard to create a life worth living.
The next time we converse I will be in Thailand . . .
Well if they actually let my very heavy, very over-packed suitcase on the aeroplane . .
BON VOYAGE
x
Sitting on my bed I feel a sense of sadness wash over me but a greater sense of love. Having been forced to say my goodbyes to the people I love the most has made me realise how very lucky I am. It is those brief moments that pass within seconds that I hold closest to my heart. The seconds of pure happiness that I would have otherwise ignored and taken for granted but instead have treasured in my remaining days.
Seeing Daddy drunk and making the table fall about in laughter as he always does, my brother telling stories that I later re-tell, the comfort of my family bickering around me, my girls making me laugh so hard no problem seems unsolvable, the drunken antics, the continual re-living of the night before. The passing moments of recognition that I hold a bond with certain people that not even time can break.
With me I will take a piece of each and everyone one of you, tucked away safely, to remind me that I am never truly alone.
Without those chosen people in our lives it would be very hard to create a life worth living.
The next time we converse I will be in Thailand . . .
Well if they actually let my very heavy, very over-packed suitcase on the aeroplane . .
BON VOYAGE
x
Thursday, 17 September 2009
"I don't do fashion, I am fashion" Coco Chanel
Currently I am perched in the centre of my bed surrounded by mounds of clothes, underwear, shoes, swimwear . . even toiletries! Why is packing so difficult? Normally I quite happily overpack, the obligatory outfit for each night plus a couple spare, shoes to match each outfit and double the amount of underwear actually required.
Now, even I don't have 365 outfits (SIGH) but what continues to worry me is the fact that I will be hauling my choices along EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. My travelling partner has said on numerous occasions that he won't be doing it for me, why this is such a big issue I don't know but it is certainly making my life harder!
So, what is a girl to do?
A very unhelpful chap in the 'backpacking' store told me to pack as if I was going away for a week. I wanted to inform him that not all of us are into the 'I wear the same trousers for a week and change my top every couple of days' look that he was pulling off so well but thought better of it.
So instead I have narrowed it down to the following:
Now, even I don't have 365 outfits (SIGH) but what continues to worry me is the fact that I will be hauling my choices along EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. My travelling partner has said on numerous occasions that he won't be doing it for me, why this is such a big issue I don't know but it is certainly making my life harder!
So, what is a girl to do?
A very unhelpful chap in the 'backpacking' store told me to pack as if I was going away for a week. I wanted to inform him that not all of us are into the 'I wear the same trousers for a week and change my top every couple of days' look that he was pulling off so well but thought better of it.
So instead I have narrowed it down to the following:
- 10 pairs shorts
- 30 tops
- 3 jumpers
- 20 dresses/skirts
- 5 pairs jeans/leggings
- 7 bikinis
- 8 pairs of shoes (I only sneaked in 1 pair of heels, I know impressive!)
- 7 bras and about 30 pairs of knickers
Phew, that was hard work and at present it has not all managed to fit into the case but it will even if it kills me!
The only thing that I could possibly find harder is saying goodbye to my loved ones . . .
My first attempt starts tonight . . .
(I have chosen a black dress to represent my state of mourning)
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