Tuesday, 31 January 2012

The Flight 31Jan12


My flight to Auckland was 24 hours, and because of the time differences I lost 12 hours, arriving at 9am which in my body clock was 9pm on Wed 1st Feb. I flew with Korean Airways to Seoul and then Auckland. I actually thought my connecting flight was in Kuala Lumpur and walked half way across the airport to the wrong check in gates. I had to check my ticket when I couldn’t find my flight. Ohhh, I’m going to Seoul, doh! This happens to me a lot, like when I was taking a train to Amsterdam from London and was convinced the connection was in Paris. It turned out the connection was in Brussels, which the kind man checking tickets told me as I was about to board the train to Paris. I genuinely do check my tickets, it’s just what’s written there isn’t what is in my head, and that takes over sometimes.

The aeroplane was huge, new and slick. The air hostesses wore these cute outfits,  and were extremely neat and efficient airbots. If you’re thinking of flying with them... the plane was clean and new and the seats were comfortable with lots of room, and the whole operation felt slick as anything. But the food was pretty bad! Luke warm, bland, nondescript mushy stuff with tons of packaging. For dinner you get your little plastic cup of wine but they have no other alcohol as far as I could see, or maybe they keep it hidden for people who have enough foresight to ask for it. It’s a good thing though; you definitely don’t want any kind of dehydration or hangover on a 24 hour flight that’s for sure.

I flew the perfect route... over St Petersburg, across Russia, Lake Baikal, Mongolia, China, Beijing, and then down to Seoul, Korea. The reason it was so perfect is because that is the exact route I’m going to take home again, on the Trans Siberian railway in September. I got to see the whole of icy wintry Russia, and the mountain ranges covered in pure white snow, over the huge, frozen Lake Baikal and over flat, freezing Mongolia. I’m so happy I’m doing it in summer though because damn it looked cold down there! You can even see the Trans Siberian railway line like a silver string stretching far into the horizon in Mongolia. Now that is pretty awesome, here is a picture. Look carefully for the little silver line down there.

The flight from Seoul to Auckland was less comfortable. I had a trio of British yobbos sitting in front of me, talking really loudly about football or something and jumping in and out of their seats and one was leaning on their seat back so much that it pushed my nose in a couple of times. I could finally sleep on this leg as I stayed awake for the 12 hours of the last one to avoid jetlag, so I just popped my Nytol, put my earplugs and eyemask on and became pleasantly comatose, dreaming of tracksuits and Manchester United.
Here is a tip if you ever fly Korean Airways - have the traditional Korean dinner option. I didn’t know what it was but it involved rice and seaweed and tasty tubes of chilli stuff to mix in. It is way, way better than the ‘western’ option.

Monday, 30 January 2012

Time to leave 30Jan12


I’m sitting in Heathrow airport, and I’ve just had a sausage sandwich and a pint of Guinness. I wanted to have something very English before I head off. I actually wanted a fish finger sandwich but they had run out, and then I realised you can’t get more English than a sausage sandwich (with red onion relish, turbo English). I’m in The Bridge in terminal 4 at Heathrow, and might I say old friend that it was a jolly good sausage sandwich! My flight is in 1h45min. I got here really early, but its way better this way, I definitely hate the last minute rush and stress... running for the train, leaping onto it with a second to spare with wild eyes, running down a hundred stairs into the underground with luggage crashing through commuters like bowling pins, knocking over old ladies and children to pounce onto the tube just before – you imagine – the doors squeal shut (inevitably at this point, the doors stay open and the announcer says ‘we are being held here for a few minutes at a red signal’ and you have a banker, an Albanian family and a hipster all staring at you shaking their heads while you stand there sweaty and frantic but also pretending you had purposefully meant to zoom like a bat out of hell onto the carriage). And this is before you even get to the airport! No, early is better.

I’m writing on my new (well, 2nd hand) little Acer laptop. It’s white and small and cute and has Windows 7 and all the right programs etc for a traveller wanting to type/blog, upload photos, watch movies, change music collection around on SD cards and the rest of it. I will be doing my own reviews of all (the 50 tonnes it feels like) of equipment and gadgets I’m taking with me. I don’t really care intensely about having The Ultimate technology (hope my potential employers won’t be reading this) but I read reviews and asked around before shelling out for the stuff I have with me, so I can at least tell you how crap or how good it is.
I’m also suffering from a really nasty flu, probably because I had all 400 of my vaccinations in 3 weeks instead of spread out over 3 months like a good organised traveller. Whatever the reason I feel run down, snotty, achy and like I want to go home, make some hot chocolate and get into bed to watch 90210, I mean News Night. WELL that’s not going to happen. Instead, I’m going travelling in 12 countries in Asia over 8 months... poor me!

Getting ready for this trip was pretty interesting. I had to sub let my room – thanks to the lovely Sarah who will be wearing a dark brown wig and all my clothes so my housemates don’t notice I’m gone – get tons of vaccinations and jabs, buy a shit load of stuff, wrap up my job, get all the finances sorted, say goodbye to dearly beloved friends and house family and mentally prepare myself to be pretty much alone and completely wired and energetic for 8 months. Sitting here at the airport I’ve realised some things.

1.       This trip is going to cost an extortionate amount of money. Travelling on a shoestring this is not. I will be handing over my first born (of nondescript nationality) child to the bank on my return. *jokes Mom!*
2.       I have way, way too much stuff with me. My back is aching already and I have a backpack, wait for it... with wheels!  
3.       My hand luggage is completely not appropriate. It’s a canvas bag with no pockets or side pockets, stupidly tiny and one you sling over one shoulder. Oh no, I need much bigger, multi pocketed padded mini backpack with lots of secret pockets and apartments to keep all my really important shit separate! I am seriously considering buying a really expensive one here at the airport (see point 1).
4.       My little ukulele is going to take some really painful knocks. (see point 3 about hand luggage) And I will definitely be annoying one or more people in my vicinity when trying to learn ‘When the saints go marching in’.
5.       Writing this blog really kills time pleasantly. I was 2 hours early and now its half hour before boarding... nice.
6.       8 months seems like a seriously, seriously long time and I’m scared!

I’m supposed to be staying awake on this entire 12 hour flight so I can sleep on the next 12 hours before waking up in Auckland. Doubt that will happen as I’m totally exhausted with excitement and activity. Just had a really strong coffee so I hope that helps.
Next stop, Auckland!

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

The perfect start

Seeing my family in South Africa for the first time in 2 years was the most welcome end to a pretty stressful year and an even more perfect start to my journey across Asia.


After a landing in Johannesburg on my birthday, 14th Dec, I waited 7 zombie-like hours for my flight to PE. Rushka picked me up and took me to her beautiful 'Castille' which I saw for the first time, where Mom and dad (Warge and Sparge) were waiting for me. I had never been more happy to be in a place in my life. 


Everyone was on holiday, and with Bec and Shadi and Lorien and Lindi arriving days of summery, lazy, family filled goodness ensued, meeting up with special friends from the past and eating the best food in the world, in my opinion. 


Warge and Sparge took us to Baviaans Kloof camping. Beautiful wild Eastern Cape, with baboons and very noisy night time frogs. Their little caravan was a trooper, still with super retro 80's decor and fittings. I had the first of many feelings that I want to come live back here quick. 


Christmas day was just brilliant, cute kids getting wild for the presents and delicious (although decidedly nontraditional) Christmas food on the table. Shadi and Justin made an Arabic lamb dish - someone remind me of the name?


I decided to spend New Year's in Cape Town after all and I'm so glad I did. I had the chance to have a mad old reunion with my old gang from King and had the most fun ever. After taking over Luke's house with suspicious cocktail making from Kels (delicious though) we decided to walk to our NY party in the center. The Minstrel Carnival was on and while I new it was going on somewhere in deepest Cape Town I had NO idea we were going to walk right through it in my party dazed state! That was a pretty wild experience, explosion of colour and sound and light and at the end of it a mad gypsy trance party in a tent in Cape Town's CBD.

A 2 day trip to Joburg topped off the trip perfectly. The place has the best weather in the world. Hot in the day, and rumbling thunder and lighting storms with big fat warm droplets in the evening, clearing up for a perfect sunset... every day in summer nearly. I visited with the Joburg Tuson uncles Paul and Steve and their cute families, it was such a treat.

I love you South Africa! Thanks to my wonderful family for feeding me up and giving me an amazing holiday once again. Special thanks to Justin for having the entire family descend on his home for Christmas.

I am well and ready for anything now... bring on Asia!

Shadi makes delicious camping food in Baviaans Kloof