The world is full of bearded, wise men. God they’ve seen some stuff. I mean really. Stuff. You wouldn’t understand.
Sometimes I have a beard. It’s at these times I’m at my wisest. Normally after a trek, after three days of travelling or after those times when I’ve been really lazy… sorry, I mean contemplating the world.
The point I’m making is this – with knowledge comes hair.
Unfortunately, Gemma tells me with hair comes responsibility; the responsibility to lather up your face, the responsibility to shave, and the responsibility to moisturise to name but a few. I’ve come up with so many excuses not to shave – all my razors are blunt, the hostel doesn’t have hot water, my face is cold – and nothing seems to deter her from wanting me to shave my intelligence off. Read the rest of this entry
Hey, what was that? You want to watch a short video briefly outlining what me and Gemma got up to in South East Asia?
Well look no further! Read the rest of this entry
Altitude sickness can be an incredibly dangerous illness, if you have very severe symptoms this blog is not for you… the hospital is. It can also be very mild, with most people suffering from headaches and shortness of breath. Again this blog is not for you, a paracetamol and a lie down are for you. This blog is for those in-between, the ones with the fevers and the lethargy and the sickness and the, dare I say it, diarrhoea. This is for the people who can’t leave the comfort of their bed/toilet. This blog is for the few of us that really suffer from altitude sickness (again, excluding the afore mentioned seriously ill who MUST go to hospital). Read the rest of this entry
“Habla Espanol?” The guy behind the bar asked. He clearly wanted to tell me something and I bet it was something funny too because he had a cheeky face on him…
“I can say thank you in Spanish.” He looked disappointed. He also looked like ‘thank you’ and ‘Spanish’ might have been the only words he understood from my reply. He passed me the drinks I’d previously managed to order.
“Gracias” I beamed proudly but the man didn’t look impressed. Clearly me and Gemma were going to have to try harder than this in South America. Read the rest of this entry
A while back you may remember me and Gemma volunteering for Riverkids Project, an NGO based in Phnom Penh dedicated to reducing child trafficking in Cambodia.
Well, whilst I was there I made this charity video for them to persuade people to donate and/or volunteer. This is the long version, a shorter version will follow in the next few days. Read the rest of this entry
So before we set off for our South America leg, Tim decided it would be a great idea to look up the dangers and annoyances. And I mean just before. He learnt all about the taxis that slow down in the ghetto so that armed robbers can relieve you of all your belongings, he learnt about strangle robberies in which someone grabs you from behind, restricts your oxygen until you pass out and … Relives you of your belongings. He also learnt about pickpockets, robbers who kidnap you and take you to an ATM… To relieve you of your savings, and he learnt about the busses that plunge off cliffs.. Not to relieve you of your belongings, just because they forget to follow the road. Read the rest of this entry
Phnom Penh is dusty, polluted and over-populated. According to the locals it’s politically corrupt and oppressive. We’d been told by other travellers not to stay there for more than a few days but we stayed for over two weeks and found the city both charming and confusing. There’s hope for Phnom Penh and we don’t want to leave it now.
Looking around as I stepped off the bus I could see why other travellers might want to leave. Compared to the rest of Cambodia it lacks natural beauty and asthetically it’s plain. I turned around to make a dissaproving face at Gemma but she was smiling, she’s been before and for some reason, she loves it. Read the rest of this entry
A couple of blogs ago I told you all about how our motorbikes broke down somewhere out the back of Kampot. Well, whilst the others were trying to mend the bikes and find a way back, I filmed it. You know, just in case we were never found again. Then it could have been shown in cinemas like the Blair Witch Project was… Read the rest of this entry
*******As you may or not be aware, we’re a bit behind on this blog. This one doesn’t follow chronological order but we felt it was relevant and important to post it now. We’ll be back in Cambodia shortly! *******
Unlike Tim’s similarly titled post, this one is not about poo. It is about Thailand’s famous southern islands. Crystal clear seas, white sands, tropical palm trees and a few thousand gangsters – paradise.
On New Year’s Eve a British boy got shot in cross fire in Koh Phangang. A few days previously we’d been to a full moon party on the island. Read the rest of this entry