365 days ago I got on a plane...
22.11.2010 - 16.05.2011
So it has been a long time since I added to this so called travel blog. I guess I just felt like my travels had finished now that I have been working for the past 7months. However when I think about the sheer volume of stories that I can think of in that time it blows my mind and so I kind of thought I should commit some (and I stress only some) of the these to paper.
Firstly though how could I call myself a Cantabrian without first saying my heart is with everyone back home as they deal with the earthquake and the now mammoth task of returning to normal. It wasn’t much fun watching from over here and hearing only occasional pieces of information but I cannot even imagine how it must have been to have been there at the time.
So then apparently a lot has happened…
I choose to call this blog FOMO because it is perhaps the best explanation of one of the governing principles in my life at the moment. For those that know what it means you will know just how crippling it can be for those that don’t let me enlighten you.
FOMO or Fear Of Missing Out is a heavy burden and could be construed as either peer pressure or the quest for new challenges depending on whether the glass is half full or half empty. Whatever you think of it it does generate some amazing times and some great stories and memories.
So its now May and I'm now at the end of the first year of my time over here. How it has flown! So a really quick summary of some of the recent past…
- Snows came to London and the place was white! Pretty stunning but pretty cold.
- Spent Christmas in Saffron Walden with Kerry and Brian and the rest 25 years after my parents had done just the same. A proper white Christmas with the country side blanketed in pure white.
- Birthday and New Year passed in Huddersfield / Leeds / Manchester with Nick and chilled out relaxing before a return to work and 2011.
- Work, work, work – recruitment is a roller coaster but it keeps me busy (too busy by my mind and spare time is a premium) and I do enjoy it most of the time.
- Hockey went mostly by the by but I hope to change that next season and am trying to get involved in cricket and summer hockey now the sun is out in London.
- Waitangi Day pub crawl in London is possibly the largest NZ street party anywhere and a far better celebration than what goes on back home. I got to say I reckon it is a must for every Kiwi.
- Oxford vs Cambridge boat race – so much pomp lining the banks near Putney. Got much drunker than I meant to and then the next day continued on with it all by heading along to the Crusaders beating the Sharks at Twickenham in a proper rugby match.
- Went up to Lincoln for a weekend to watch a football match. Walked out of the game with 30minutes still to play but did succeed in visiting every pub in the town throughout the day. Pretty amazing cathedral there as well.
- Went to Romania for a weekend. Bucharest in fact. Messy. Started drinking Friday afternoon at work and get on going in Luton until we got the plane and landed Saturday morning local time. Very eastern European and the people are amazing! Did some site seeing of the old revolution square etc and then went out on Saturday night and each got back to the hotel sometime after 6am. Did it all again on the Sunday. It even started to snow while we sat in the bar before getting on a plane back to London. 4 hours sleep and into work. 5 day hangover from that one. Wouldn’t go back to the city so next time I will take my time to explore the country side especially the mountains and Transylvania and Dracula territory.
- With the hype around the royal wedding I took the chance to get away from London and headed up to Scotland for a bit of a driving holiday. St Andrews, Aberdeen, Edinburgh, Glasgow, Linlithgow, Stirling… all of them a little different and all of them well worth a visit.
- Caught up with the Geordie lads from Tensing days in Newcastle and had a few drinks out with them. Newcastle is pretty unusual – shops and pubs and that’s about it. Oh and bridges as well there are a lot of those.
- Headed then to the Lake District Laura, Han, Rich and Beck and didn’t get much sleep as we managed to pitch our tent in the middle of a tornado zone. A bit windy. A deflating airbed. A sleeping bag that was too thin. And you know what even for all of that I wouldn’t have had it any other way! Saw Beatrix Potter’s house. Climbed Scafell Pike, the tallest hill in England. Pretty much ran up it. Nice to be in the outdoors again! Made me miss Arthur’s Pass a bit.
London remains an absolute minefield and theres always new people and its such a thrill with SO much to do. Old faces coming over as well which is going to be awesome!! Got some hockey coming up, booked tickets to next years Olympics, Sevens, boat cruise up the Thames, Spain trip, the list is never ending.
Its actually really difficult to write about these stories because I cant put all the details in because no one would read it and yet there is so much more to say. Still its good for me to remind myself of just what I’ve pulled off recently!
Anyways, missing home, missing the people, having the time of my life and no plans to board that plane anytime soon.