Sometimes you bore holes in your head through frustration. Staring at a computer screen, you hear voices saying useless things like 'you should have been more f***ing organised' or 'things just dont work outside London'. I don't even live in f***ing London. In my 24 years i have spent less than a week there. I'll come back to this. After by brutal assault on my liver in Hoi An, Nha trang was supposed to be a place to dry out. I must stress that I am not an alcoho...

Leaving Batu Arang, I wasn't really sure of how much I had accomplished; whether the residents had really taken on what I had tried to show them, whether my time there had helped people. I know it opened my eyes to a lot of things but I feel that at least another month there would be of benefit. I suppose there is only really so much you can do in 1 month given the limited resources and the utter lack of efficiency. I hope that the blogging catches on and that th...

I have spent close to a month in Malaysia now and it hasnt ceased to amaze me in its complexity and ability to baffle the f*** out of me. As time passes, I pick up on the small local habits and traits that I recognise in my dad and his sisters and in sooe cases, ones that ultimately come back to me. For example, I never understood this weird noise that my dad makes but in the local restaurants, people purse their lips together and kind of pout to get the attentio...

Surprise surprise, I'm using the Petronas towers as the image for this entry. Not cliche at all... Anyway, I had a bit of a nightmare journey to Singapore. Christophe and I were on the same flight to Sydney from Christchurch and got to the airport relatively early so as to be on time and not stress out. Got to Sydney fine and had loads of time to spare but turns out that there was some sort of engineers strike going on so we were delayed flying out. As a result,...