I hit Dubai for a 16hour layover – not wanting to waste my time I decided sleep was for the weak and managed to stay awake for over 40 hours.
Check out my delirum, as well as Snowboarding, and eating at the world only 7 star Hotel.
GK Out.
On August 31, 2010, In Uncategorized, By GK
On August 27, 2010, In Out of my Brain, Travel Stories, By GK
YOU DON’T TALK ABOUT DORM LIFE!!
Ok so I’ve come to the conclusion that some people are ignorant to the rules of dorms. Now like every set of rules they can be broken however in general they’re there for everyones benifit.
Rule 1) Ear Plugs & Eye-mask
You’re sleeping in a room with anywhere between 4 to 30 people. Odds are, one will snore, one will talk in their sleep and a couple will try and get frisky (we’ll deal with this later).Ear Plugs are a MUST if you will be spending even one night in a Dorm. They cost $2 and can be purchased from most Hostel receptions. The Eye mask is optional but once again odds are someone will arrive at midnight and want to turn the light on so they can move into the room.
If you’re not wearing ear plugs you can’t complain about snoring or noisy beds. If you’re not wearing an eye-mask you can’t complain about the light going on and off.
Rule 2) Talking in the Dorm
In most hostels there is a common area, dorms are for sleeping – do everyone a favour if you want to talk about the ‘exciting’ time you’ve had take it to the common area.
Also in many places the staff have to sleep in the dorm rooms – and if they’re the overnight guy/girl daytime is their night! Be kind guys keep the conversations to the common areas.
Rule 3) Proper sleeping attire
These are some general clothing guidelines to make dorm life a little less purvey
GENTS
You nuts should remain in your pants (more…)
On August 27, 2010, In Personal, By GK
RIP my faithful Friends - may you give the thief foot fungus.
After being woken by some inconsiderate guests in the hostel I rolled out of bed to have my afternoon shower.
Reaching down to the spot I keep my pair of well worn thongs I was dismayed to find them missing. I assumed I’d simply placed them at the end of my bed, nope no sign. At this point a wave of panic set in – where were my faithful pluggers, my foot coverings that have survived hiking around Beijing China, a tour of the Potala Palace in Tibet, every campsite on the way over the Himalayas, a safari in Nepal, and the dirty streets of New Delhi India?
I pulled everything out of my bag, I looked under the bed, searched the room high and low and have come to a single conclusion…. SOME PRICK HAS STOLEN THEM!
So I’m confused, in countries where the $3 price tag is expensive they were left alone even by the shoeless street beggars, but I hit London, a town where you can purchase a pair, a NEW PAIR, for less than a pound and some complete asshole takes my battered, dirty, slightly smelly flip-flops?!
So I’m now pluggerless – and am going to be forced to wear another pair in, but there’s more than that. Those thongs had sentimental value, they had the dust, dirt and sweat of my adventures embedded in their very souls and some complete c*nt is now wearing my road weary pair like they’re his/her own!
So all I have left is the plugger tan on my feet.
RIP my dear rubber friends you will be missed
GK Out.
On August 26, 2010, In Out of my Brain, Personal, By GK
The young woman just ordered her sixth pint, it’s only 6pm and she’s quite clearly not happy, she occasionally sobs before heading to the toilet to do a line of cocaine. As she lifts the pint glass to her mouth her hands shake, the tremors only subsiding after a few large gulps. A regular at the bar she is an alcoholic and drug addict, she drinks everyday, and she’s not the only one. All in all there are about a dozen ‘locals’ that call the bar home most afternoons, and some mornings.
There are the older gentleman that spend every afternoon sitting in the bar downing pint after pint, talking to no-one just watching, and occasionally staggering up to the bar for another. There are the women, all mostly recent divorcees or in bad relationships who drink before heading home after work.
Don’t think I don’t like these people (more…)
On August 19, 2010, In Uncategorized, By GK
A group of men of arabic decent sit in a circle puffing on a shisha pipe, the clouds of flavoured smoke drifting in the afternoon air. The sun slowly sets over the western tree line, beside the deckchair a £1.50 bottle of beer is slowly building a nice coating of condensation. Looking around the park is full, which is a mean feat for Hyde Park. Kids play soccer, adults gather around eskys of wine and cheese, and vagrant backpackers enjoy a cheap drink in the fading sunlight.Welcome to London.
It is a blend of the old with the new, of the traditional with the modern. Like a giant game of tetris the buildings and roads seems to wind around each other in a spiralling chaos of tight alleys and ancient architecture.
Nothing sums this up more than the underground network, or the tube. It criss-crosses the city in a pattern that can only be described the veins of London. As you descend into the hazy tunnel network the warmth of the lower tube stations is a pleasant surprise, that is until you board one of the tube trains and end up sweating your ass off. (more…)
On August 9, 2010, In Out of my Brain, Travel Stories, By GK
I wrote this back in India – just a few thoughts on nightbuses.
The bus bounces around the road at a breakneck speed as I try to get some sleep. It suddenly, and violently, jerks left then hard right, the breaks are slammed on and I slide down the bunk hard against the my pack, which is propped against the end wall of the cramped plank they call a bed. This is the fourth time this has happened since we left.
Welcome to an Indian night-bus. (more…)
The cocktail and prawns are laid in-front of me by two waiters both dressed in near full three piece suits even thought the temperature is pushing forty seven centigrade. For a split second someone looking over may have mistaken me for some rich celebrity playboy spending his millions on seafood and wine in the playground of the middle east, then they would have noticed the $3 thongs, twelve day growth and general unclean look, quickly realising I’m just another bum backpacker.
Welcome to the Dubai, United Arab Emirates
As I leave Dubai international Terminal 3, possibly the nicest airport in the world, I’m whisked away on the metro. The view outside is of Dubai, a town unlike many others.The city scape looks like the scene from some futuristic thriller where global warming has reduced the earth to (more…)
In the recently exposed trench two men dig through a mix of sewage and stagnate algae mud. Their entire bodies coved in the mix aside from their faces where the constant stream of sweat from the oppressive heat washes the vomit inducing combination off in a never ending cycle.
Welcome to Delhi, India.
Walking through the main bazaar you could be forgiven for thinking you were in Baghdad a day after US forces hit it with their ‘shock and awe’ campaign. The buildings lining the street are all in a state of de-construction. The steel support structures stick out jaggedly overhead, and only ragged tarps keep the occupants hidden from passers-by.
The ambitious plan is to (more…)
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