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"I feel again the utter pasivity, the relinquishment of the will to fate..."

 

- Jessica Anderson, Tirra Lirra By the River 

How shall I procceed...

So evidently the travel blog thing was a dismal fail. Europe was far to facinating for me to spend my time there blogging, and with the busy nature of my life back home, playing catch up didn't work out too well.
I have thus decide to proceed and resume my blogging afresh. I shall regail (and hopefully not bore you) with some reminicences of all the wonderous places I visited, magnificent adventures I undertook and deligtfully mad and charming people I met but I shall do so in my own sweet time. So if anyone is reading this, Thank you, and I shall write again soon. Hopefully with something more interesting next time.

Tuse 6th Dec...

As a forward I would like to acknowledge how ludicrously late I have gotten around to posting this but I said I would blog about my travels so here it is...

Landed in London about 7:00am, after a 30min delay flying in holding patterns over London. Unfortunately I couldn't get to the window to take pictures of the luminescent city scape but it was a beautiful and promising prospect; especially after 22hrs in limbo.
Having retrieved my bag I toddled of to the tube in a bit of a daze and sat awkwardly on the Piccadilly line as perturbed commuters were inconvenienced by my rotund bag. I eventually made it to Finsbury Park, where Sally was waiting with hugs to take me back to her share house in Stoke Newington. Number 31 , the mad house that would become  my second home for 5 of the next 11 weeks. But more on '31' and its delightful residents in later posts.

So after stopping in at 31 briefly to deposit my bag and get my bearings before venturing out again to find Kensington Olympia where I met up with my charming friend Alice for some unabashed nerdiness at the Doctor Who Experience. You (my potentially nonexistent readership) may come to know my somewhat eclectic tastes and, I hope, will appreciate my occasional bouts of nerdiness. Some may be regarded as the intellectual indulgences of a passionate academic; frolicking around the sets and props of Doctor Who past is not one of them. I couldn't resist buying myself a miniature tardis and a little red Darleck after passing through the interactive sets of the exhibition with moving floors and mechanised life sized Darlecks.





 Following our experience in the tardis, Alice and I navigated across London to meet up with Sally and our old friend Madelin to indulge the consumerist aspects of my personality in the fashion mecca that is Oxford Street. Unfortunately, as I was operating on at most an hour  (collectively) of sleep, I could manage little more than wandering thought the racks of Topshop and Urban Outfitters in awe, muttering 'I will be back' to my companions.
After approximately 52hrs without sleep I drifted off around 9pm in Sally's cosy little box room on the third floor of 31.

Mon 5th Dec...

Having stayed up until 2:30am packing, I woke reasonably early for some last minute errands and running around, interspersed with a lot of nervous milling as I waited for my 6:05pm flight.  Having arrived at the airport 2 1/2 hrs early to avoid the worst of the check in cue, I was able to skip straight through anyway (thank you online check in) which led to some delicious unanticipated sushi train, a lot more nervous milling around  and Sandy Pants offering to buy me any magazines, books and food stuffs which crossed into my line of sight (a subtle ploy to stop me leaving?).
The 22ish hour flight passed mostly undercover of a seemingly unending night; whether we (the collective occupants of flight QF1) pursued the sun in Icarian futility or fled before it I can not quite disern. Either way Dec 5th 2011 was the longest day of my life, thus far, as the plane carried me back in time, adding 8hrs to my Monday. Aside from being fed far to generously, far too often, I spent the duration of the flight watching on demand movies (finally got to see contagion - Why did lovely Jude Law have to play such a dick?), taking poor photos through the window of the exit door across the isle from my seat or attempting unsuccessfully to sleep.
The view of Bangkok was beautiful, all lit up, as we came in to refuel at its labyrinthine airport. I should like to return to Thailand some time, for sunstantially longer than the 45mins I spent this time.

I will appologise now for the total lack of eloquence and wit; I would like to expect a higher standard of writing from my self but will promise nothing.  

Playing Catchup....

....Soooo travel blog.
Ok so with the whole traveling, sightseeing and internet restrictions situation I have not even started my promised travel blog and although I have been keeping something of a travel journal it is sparse and often rather retrospective. None the less I shall attempt to catch up to date and fill you (my non-existant readership) in on what lead me to be sitting in the computer room of the St Christopher's Hostel on my first night in Paris.

It occured more or less as follows...

We can rebuild them, we can make them larger, fluffier...

Awww Herpes I would love to get you.



A Pocket full of Black Death or Bubonic Plague


Platelet there you go clotting up my heart


Neuron/Brain Cell I hardly need think



Chicken Pox, you seem much nicer than last we met

My friend Alice has been obsessing over these delightful science themed toys recently. The perfect combination of plushy, virulent and adorable.

PS sorry for the cheesy comments I felt somehow obliged by these little creatures.