Herr cut
18 Jul 2013 2 Comments
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Hitchhikers Guide to Israel
09 Jul 2013 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: hitchhiking, Israel
The first time I hitchhiked in Israel, I was sitting in the back of the car thinking ‘Am I going to end up on the evening news tonight?’ I was with Rebecca and Christin, two other volunteers from the kibbutz I was living on. I can’t remember where we’d been, or what we’d been doing, but somehow we ended up on a roadside in a town called Tiberias at 10pm trying to hitch a lift. We hadn’t been waiting long when a flash sports car pulled up and lowered the window. It was a young guy on his own, we told him we were going to Kibbutz Ein Gev (about half an hour away), he nodded so we got in, Rebecca in front, Christin and I in the back. Practically before the doors were closed he sped off. He turned on the stereo and blasted what sounded like Hebrew heavy metal, if you can imagine such a thing. There weren’t many cars on the road but he was weaving in and out of them like he was in a high speed car chase. This was when the ‘I think this might be the end’ feeling started to kick in. More
“The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.” — Gustave Flaubert
02 Jul 2013 7 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: 1984, autobiography, Books, George Orwell, Lionel Shriver, Russell Brand, Shalom Auslander, Stephen Fry
In my job as a bookseller, (female) customers occasionally ask me to recommend a ‘light, easy read’; chick-lit although they never use those words, which is one thing to be grateful for. It’s a phrase I’ve always hated, for the sound of it if nothing else. It simply doesn’t roll off the tongue. It’s also seems quite sexist. But, while plenty of women buy dark violent books, not many men come to the till with Marian Keyes. But that is besides the point. When I get asked to recommend something light, a beach read, my mind goes blank. I didn’t really think about it before I started this job, but I’ve realised like dark, challenging literature. Not hardcore dark, but definitely not chick-lit.
It’s about the journey. Part two
26 Jun 2013 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: airport, Brisbane, Mcdonalds, Thailand, travel
I arrived safely at Bangkok and Laura was there waiting for me. We had an adventure-filled ten days. But then she went to Cambodia I had to get back to Brisbane. In another bid to save money, I’d put myself on a flight which included a 23 hour stop over in Singapore. That is not a typo. 23 hours. I’d googled Singapore airport and it turns out a lot of flights around South East Asia include a stop over there. It has plenty of facilities to keep travellers entertained; a free cinema, a free guided tour of the city, plenty of shops and restaurants, places to nap and robotic foot massagers. I wasn’t worried. I’d get there at about 11pm so I’d sleep through some of the 23 hours. I spent the last of my Thai Baht on some snacks and a book and went to the airport bus stop. It was well sign posted.
It’s about the journey. Part one
26 Jun 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bus, Thailand, travel
Last year I travelled Australia on a working holiday visa. Getting work wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped so after few months bumming around Oz on savings, I finally got lucky and found a short term job in Brisbane. I also met a lovely American man, Robbie, who let me sleep on his couch while I was working. Finally my Australian bank account was healthy. So I took myself off to Thailand for ten days to meet my friend Laura.
Thailand is amazing. It was the culture shock of my life. I rode an elephant through a jungle, cycled through the Thai countryside, visited beautiful temples and I met interesting people. But this blog is not about any of that. It’s about the journeys.
If you’re not a straight man, pink is your colour. Apparently.
23 Mar 2013 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Alan Carr
As a feminist, I usually come at issues from the standpoint of “If you wouldn’t say that to a man, it’s not ok to say it to a woman’. But there is an issue that ilicits the response, ‘You wouldn’t say that to a woman, you’d treat her with more respect!’; the treatment of camp gay men in the media. I noticed this in particular while watching Alan Carr: Chatty Man.
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