Wow, super epic weekend down in Brighton with some amazing pals. So much hijinks. I wanted to share some of it with you. For starters I need to tell you about the bat shit crazy, x stripper, 49 year old, cam girl (those pay per view sites where the person gets all freaky with themselves) who lives with my man, Pete. I met Pete in Vietnam and he’s down from Scotland for the summer doing work experience in Brighton. Lovely man who has landed himself in the worst flatting situation I’ve ever seen.
For pictures of her semi nude go here:
To read about how she bet up her paraplegic, brain dammaged, x stuntman husband, Eddie Kidd and was jailed for five months go here:
So life update! I officially have a girlfriend now! Wow. Didn’t see that coming huh. I’ve done very well too. She’s a beautiful Icelandic girl who also lives in Cambridge, named Hrefna. Don’t ask me how to pronounce that. We met through our landlords assistant. Pretty unusual way to meet girls, I know, but I do like to do things differently. So Hrefna and I decided to take a long weekend trip to Norway. We flew early Friday with the intention of hiking Saturday, Sunday and returning Monday. These things never really go to plan though do they.
There was so many bad omens leading up to the trip telling us to stay home. It was becoming a joke. For example my ankle that I had surgery on in October started really hurting. To the point that I had to take pain killers to go to the kitchen at work. The weather prediction also said Friday-fine, Monday-fine and the two days we wanted to hike; Saturday and Sunday-serious rain. Hrefna was heading round to my place to get about 3 hours sleep before our early morning flight; it started bucketing down as she left her place so she arrived soaked to the skin and unable to bring the clothing items she was wearing. Finally one last minute warning had to be when Hrefna got locked inside the bathroom on the train! Obviously we still went for it. I can handle getting wet, but I was very worried about my ankle.
Pulpit rock down behind me with a stunning view down the fjord.
A cliff before Pulpit rock
My buddy Rosie and I took a weekend road trip to Wales to see some castles. This is a while back now to be honest, April I believe. I have been very slack with posting here but I plan to be a lot better over the next month.
We stayed in Cardiff and explored two castles: Cardiff Castle and Caerphilly Castle. The latter was actually super impressive, built in the 13th century and is the second biggest castle in Britain.
This castle is exactly how I imagine a castle should be. Plus it’s surrounded by artificial lakes (for protection) and only a small town. It’s not like many big attractions I’ve visited that have their surroundings swamped with random crap.
There was a group of people dressed up like this, hanging out playing with their swords for hours. Quite cool really. I think…
Followed these guys to the castle.
So for the first time since starting this blog I have a job. So I know what you’re thinking; whatever little interest you may of had in my adventures is now undeserved. However I still plan to make loads of trips around Europe and North Africa throughout the rest of the year and won’t sink to blogging about how congested the roads are or how it sucks how the cute girl from marketing has a boyfriend. Once I get some money coming in it’s going to be all on again! My new job also gives me 25 days/year holiday (5 more than standard in NZ) and 8 bank holidays. So I just thought I’d briefly summarise my transition into a new life in the UK.
So this is what happened:
23rd of May, 2014 (eve of my birthday) – I quit my job while working over in the states then travelled the world and had ankle surgery.
23rd of January, 2015 – I touched down in London and began my job hunt.
22nd of February – moved into a new flat in Cambridge.
23rd of February – started my new job as a Mechanical Design Engineer at the Safeline X-Ray division of Mettler Toledo.
Just moved into my new room with 25kgs of stuff. Huge room upgrade over my London room.
Hanging out in London, searching for jobs gets rather dull after a while. I decided I needed some weekday peeps to hang with as all my other friends were selfishly at work and couldn’t entertain me. So I went on a website called meetup.com. To quickly sum up the site: someone makes a group such as “pancake lovers”, makes an event “blueberry pancake evening” and people search online, sign up to the event and then a bunch of strangers all meet up and make pancakes. It’s quite cool. There really is something for everyone, from computer gaming right through to sexual fetishes. I opted to try find a group of photographers and I got very lucky. It turned out that in two hours they were meeting up just a 15 minute bus ride from my place. Too easy! So I signed up online and went along.
I showed up to a coffee shop and payed my £3 fee to this guy named Tops who was running it. There was 12 of us. I was the youngest by a long shot and everyone was very different from one another. I really enjoyed the dynamic as we all had the same passion of photography to talk over and enjoy hearing about one another’s interests. It was a four hour street photography walk down towards Shoreditch. Tops was hilarious and had no hesitation when it came to sticking his camera right in people’s faces. It surprised me how most of the guys had opted for sexy small compact cameras instead of DSLRs. Maybe I need one like that for street photography. Strangers are less intimidated by a small camera.
One of the dudes from my meetup
Street photography walk. This is on Hoxton street, like 50m from my flat
So I did an insane job of booking my flight to London. I saved $200 and scored a 2 day layover in Singapore by spending far too long looking at flight websites and eventually booking through two different retailers using my laptop and tablet at the same time. I did have a little scare when my tablet purchase was successful but the one on my laptop bugged out. Second time lucky I got the ticket though.
Very cool bridge.
My time in Singapore could have been better though to be honest. I went there with the standard backpackers plan of dropping into a hostel, meeting friends and exploring the city with new people. So I’m going to blame my trip not reaching it’s full potential on two factors. My hostel being average (Joyfoy backpackers hostel), and the fact I caught a cold on my flight. The hostel could’ve been great but it was just missing one very important feature. Other travellers! There was quite a few people staying there but they all seemed to be from different Asian countries and more so living in the hostel rather than staying there to socialise.
This is the guys set up in my hostel room. He had a full on lighting system set up and would wall himself off for the night. He was surprisingly more friendly than the younger guys in the room.
So I modestly threw myself a leaving event. I got a gang together and we floated a river for four hours. Beers and music in tow. We even had a bit of beer pong going on. Which was quickly deemed too tricky so changed to if you threw a ball into someones raft then they had to drink.
The amazing float team
On the water