Comedy in London

For the second time in less than a week I’m at a comedy club in London. This time ‘up th

Winter in London

Being winter the sun never seems to rise that high in London. There’s a perpetual sense that t

2012

“2012 will be the year I make it” Sitting in the departure lounge at Melbourne Internat

 

They Paid me to go there

August 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

The air is warm and very humid, the shaft unbelievably steep. Even with the modern wooden stair case the decent is difficult. At the bottom we enter into a large carved out room, to the left a sarcophagus, to the right a wall covered with hieroglyphs.

I love Egypt.

Since starting work for contiki I’d dreamed of being given an Ultimate European, the longest concept tour the company offers, and second tour up this year here it is. It means that I get to cross off five things from my before 30 list in one hit, while getting paid.

The twenty two clients I took with me were mostly ready for it, I’d spent the first half of our tour preping the guys and girls for the pace we would be going at in Egypt. Six days four cities, seven excursions, including Abu Simbel the highlight of our trip.

Day 1 – Cairo

We awake to find the temperature already in the mid 30s, the sky clear and our day  jammed full of things to do. our first stop the world famous cairo museaum, home to the greatest collection of egyptian artifacts. We stroll the floors of treasure, some of it showing the passage of time, and lack of care the early tomb explorers displayed.

While were were looking at egypts ancient past right next door to the muesum is egypts history in the making, the former home to the presidents political party stands a blackened burnt out shell. The protest of 25 jan 2011 having tourched the building multipul times. across the road from the museum the square is still occupied by a few hundred protesters.

As we drove away our guide Hanny told us that the burnt shell was to be left as a reminder to the politicians not to mess (F*ck was his words) with the people.

Smashing through the crazy Egyptian drivers we were soon confronted with large pointy stone things, also known as the Giza Pyramids. These monstrous man-made monuments dwarfed everything around them. Before we could go inside however we needed to ride us some mother-fucking-camels!

Noone has writen a ‘I’m on a Camel’ song but they should. It’s like riding a horse, only the horse has a bumpy back, makes funky noises and smells like farts.

To be continued….

Contiki 2011 – GK upgrades

June 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

Guests – Jen & Charlotte (Part 1)

November 24, 2010 in Personal, Travel Stories, Update

GKWT-Venice_Ffacebook2I arrived at the very first stop of the GK World Tour, Beijing, and after a good sleep to recover from the twenty odd hours of travel headed to the common room of my hostel. Sitting with her sister was a crazy, very talkative chick called Jen. Fast forward nine months and along with her friend Charlotte, also a crazy, all be it younger, Northern chick, they were walking out of the arrivals gate at munich airport ready to spend ten days travelining in the Camper-of-Cool through Italy.

The first major issues was the came of luggage tetris we had to play to fit the 1,000,000m3 of bags the girls had brought with them – I’m not joking the Kitchen was now designated the Luggage/Food Preparation area.

The first part of our trip was, as I hoped, uneventful. The camper of cool banged, spluttered and slowly creeped it way over the Alps. We passed through the stunning Austria in about five hours and eventually made our was into northern Italy. We could tell we were in Italy because the roads went to shit, the drivers decided road rules don’t apply, and there was a toll booth every six meters.

Now we had been planning to FreeCamp the first night, mainly because I didn’t believe the CoC would make it over the alps in one hit, but also because it made young Charlotte tense up. The look on her face when Jen, Jamie and myself had described exactly what ‘Free Camping’ entailed – like the lack of showers & toilets – was something akin to a guy finding out they may have got a woman pregnant on a one night stand. What made it even more fun was Jen telling horror stories of her travels, mainly ones involving bus trips and 3rd world countries. Luckily we made the 700km journey form Munich to Venice and Charlotte was saved from a night without running water or flushing toilets.

The second revelation about having women on board was the extended time it took between waking up to walking to the bus – that said the wait to see the Floating City was well worth it – Check out what we got up to here.

After a stunning blue skied, light breeze day, the night turned in to a rain & wind filled torrentfest. Luckily for us we had a carton of beer, some wine and a gas bottle filled with enough combustible contents to cook food with. The booze was drunk, the food was eaten and we all had a blood good time.

The next day was not pretty. To say some of us were worse for wear would be and understatement, I personally felt like a rather large truck had run over my head. That said we soldiered on and by eleven were well on our way to Florence – home of a naked white dude.

More to come – as soon as I write it….

So halfway through a story.

GK Out.

Remembrance

November 11, 2010 in Personal, Photos, Travel Stories

The truth is this trip has been a little more educational, and eye opening than I had expected. Before I left Europe I stood beside my Great Great Grandfathers grave in a little village outside of Lesboeufs, France. He was one of the millions that gave their lives so that ninety three years later his great great grandson would be free to drive a beat-up, rusty, backfiring, smelly, green van around Europe for a few months.

GreatGreatGrandfatherPrivate John Casson of the 53rd BN. Australian Infantry was killed on the 20th February 1917 a soldier, and casualty of WW1. The Guards cemetery, where he is laid to rest, contains the fallen soldiers of many allied nations, some headstones showing names, rank, and military coat of arms, some stating only ‘A Soldier of the Great War – Known unto God’.

What made it stranger this time was that three weeks prior I had stood in the home of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, who’s assassination by serbian students in 1914 triggered the first world war, and resulted in the deaths of millions, including those that lay before me, and my great great grandfather.

I will admit standing in the cemetery and looking out at the former battlefield, now farm land, I was struck by how lucky I was to have been born in the last quarter of the twentieth century.

It is not the first time this thought has hit me. Read the rest of this entry →

Green Van Down

November 9, 2010 in Update

The AA man lifted the seat to reveal the engine.

“How far you say this things gone?” AA man asked as he prodded and poked at the silent engine

“Just got back from Europe.” A large chunk of bread fell from my mouth, I was halfway through a chicken sandwich I’d made while waiting for the road side assistance. The AA guy looked up with a look of questioning.

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The camper-of-cool pretrip - before some twat Italian ran into us.

I explained the journey – pointing to the list of cities written on the roof – and he laughed. Why did he laugh, well because over the last two month the smelly, rusty, green van had made its way 4800miles, covering eight countries, stopping in six of them. It’s 1.8l engine had propelled the 2.5ton, 26 year old banger over mountains, through cities and across roads of varying quality. He laughed because I was now just 80miles from where the van would get a well deserved break, and a service and the little Camper-of-Cool had given up the ghost.

Ten miles outside of Cambridge England, the Camper-of-Cool started to backfire, to stall and then not start. I managed to nurse the poor thing into a side road on the A10 and there, after trying once more to start it, gave up and called the AA.

The AA man was amazed, no let me rephrase that, he was ASTOUNDED that it hadn’t died sooner. The distributor was done, busted, worn beyond repair, and the AA guy, try as he might, couldn’t bodge it to get me the remaining 80miles. He tried, for nearly an hour and a half to coax the poor thing back from the dead but finally it was hopeless.

Calling it quits the Camper-of-Cool was now doomed to finish this journey on the back of a flatbed truck. As the camper was hoisted upon the trucks back I suddenly realised that this was not a sad moment, no in fact this would be like a parade, a celebration, for the little camper that had carried me on it’s back around the backroads of the EuroZone. It would rise above the other cars, vans, and trucks and be paraded as it rested its weary axles for the last leg of the journey.

So here we are, 4880 miles from the start of the Camper-of-Cool’s journey back where it began, and I’m happy. I’m happy the camper made it, I’m happy I get this chance to explore Germany, Poland, Czech Republic, Austria, Italy, and France riding in my little green chariot of awesome. I’m happy I got to share the adventure with friends and family, and that I did it all in a van built before i was born.

So from the back of the Camper-of-Cool now parked at it’s final destination for 2010 and awaiting repair.

GK Out.

Guests – Neil

November 4, 2010 in Personal, Travel Stories

GKWT-Alps_Flickr2He is hairy, tall, completely head over heals in love with wind turbines and, as hard as this is to admit, smarter than me – all be it I’m far more engaging and easier on the eyes. The giant in question is Neil, one of my best mates who joined the Camper-of-Cool for a three week trip around Germany, Poland and Czech Republic. The highlights of which would include drawing on the roof of the campervan, drinking the cheapest beers we could find, discovering that there is a scotch whisky that is both cheaper and nastier than 100 pipers, not turning around after passing a rather large solar array, and finding out that you can pay for your food by recycling your empty beer bottles. Read the rest of this entry →

Pisa – Italy

November 2, 2010 in Uncategorized

GKWT-Pisa-Italy6You can see it from quite far away, a flag at the top blowing in the breeze. Honestly I found The Cathedral of Pisa to be more impressive but that said the most wildly known engineering f*ck up is by far the draw card. Around the base of non-vertical structure, known to the world as the Leaning Tower of Pisa, nearly every tourist was doing the ‘I’m holding it up’ or ‘ I’m pushing it over’ photo op. I’m talking kids, grandparents, mother, fathers, Europeans, Asians, Australians, everyone, except me. It’s not that I’m above it, I just simple don’t have the patients.

Taking a stroll around the ground the large, and fairly unknown Cathedral and Battistero that stand next to the leaning tower, it’s quickly clear that the tower itself was never meant to be the draw-card. The Cathedral is sunning, and the Battistero mammoth. Both include intricate sculptures and a beautiful coloured marble fronts.

At the end of the day though it is hard not to spend some time staring at the tower, it truly does lean. I remember watching a program a few years ago on what was done to stop it collapsing, the engineering that went into keeping it leaning were nearly as impressive as the fact that the damn thing hadn’t fallen over in the proceeding couple of hundred year since it started to sink on one side.

Once again I was stifled in my hopes to climb (15 euros) so I only got to enjoy the sights from the ground but it was well worth it.

GK Out.

Florence – Italy

November 1, 2010 in Location, Update

Everywhere I turn I’m confronted with images of white stone junk, David’s junk to be exact. Seriously Florence, yes you have the statue but do you really need to print his man bits on every item imaginable. For example -

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Why would anyone want to eat off a plate that ends up showing you a meat and two veg that is both inedible and frankly not very appealing.

The other major letdown was that we arrived on a monday meaning the real thing, the staue of david as a whole not just his junk, was shut to the public.

Other than david and his stone slong Florence is another beautiful city. Surrounded by vineyard covered hills, at the cities heart is a stunning cathedral – sadly they wanted to charge fifteen euros to go inside, luckily around the other side is a bell tower that is, as you can see by the image, only about 10m lower than the cathedral dome, and more than half the price to climb.

After a long, I will repeat long, walk around the city we ended up back at our hilltop campsite to prepare to head off to Pisa – the birthplace of bad engineers.

GK Out.

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Italy – Venice

October 30, 2010 in Location, Photos, Update

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The deep thud thud thud of a diesel motor as a large, crowed ferry passes us on the Grand Canal, around us smaller vessels are tied up on the many side canals. The foreshore is filled with tourists, all brandishing cameras and matching hats. The phenomenon of the Flag-on-Stick waving tour guide had infiltrated even Italy, home of designer labels, and over the heads of ever large group a bandana, sun flower or clipboard sporting a number waves the hordes towards the next tourist spot. But even these large groups can’t ruin a the beautiful floating city.

Welcome to Venice.

It’s smaller than I had imagined, this is obvious as you approach over the land bridge that caries buses, trains and the occasional scooter the 10km out into the lagoon. The first noticeable absence is a smell. From everything I’d read on the slowly sinking city I had the impression that there was a stench that floated above the waters, but taking a deep breath I found none to be smelt.

This was closely followed by the lack of gondoliers. I’m not saying I didn’t see quite a few, but they really were few and far between.

GKWT-Venice_Flik16They were also expensive, at thirty Euros per person this is well out of the budget backpackers price range. Read the rest of this entry →

When In Italy – DON’T DRIVE!

October 26, 2010 in Personal, Update

Italian drivers can go F*k themselves. The cities are beautiful, the people – on the street – friendly and accommodating, but heaven forbid you meet an italian in control of a car.

For starters the road network, especially around cities, is a giant mess. The signs are crowed and in some cases plain wrong. The road works are badly signed, the Toll roads overly expensive – they to need some work – and to end it all – ITALIANS CAN’T DRIVE. Read the rest of this entry →

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