Planning for the future!!

Well after spending close to a month in the Blackforest, munching on cake, brezels, botwursts etc etc, I have flown back to London where I will spend a month. I have to say that Germany is a nice place and that it treated me well, with good food, wine and beer. Now that I am back in London I am planning the next league of my journey. I am currently undergoing an application to the Canadian consulate in New Zealand so that I can obtain a working holiday visa that will let me live in Canada for up to one year, working where I feel like it. At the moment I have booked a ticket back to New Zealand with the plan that if I do get accepted for the visa then I will cancel it and get refunded. If I mange to get the visa then I plan to work for 6 months and then travel for six months within Canada....maybe pouring beers on the road. If I fail to get the visa then I will be heading back to New Zealand on October the 19th. Either way I will be a happy chappy, for living in Canada would be cool and going home is also a nice idea......the fate is in the hands of the consulate. For now I will sit back, drink some pints, catch up with friends and explore the numerous corridors of the British Museum until I have seen every little thing that they have! Life is good!

Das ist sehr gut!

Five days ago I jumped on a train in Geneva and four hours later and two train changes later I arrived in a little station in Germany called Triberg. I walked outside and their waiting for me was my Grandmother. Since this point I have been working hard, eating hard and sleeping hard at my Grandparents bed and breakfast which is in the Blackforest (Schwarzwald) in a little hollow known as SchÖnwald. I have been mowing lawns the size of parks and doing bits and pieces around the establishment in exchange for free food, bedding and swimming in the indoor swimming pool. Right now I am deciding on my next destination, although I have no plans to move on from SchÖnwald too soon....afterall Grandparents are awesome and they feed me lots.

Geneva= good times!

I arrived in Geneva at around 10:30pm and progressed through security and into the street. I walked around the streets for a while to try and get my bearings before finally stumbling across a street that was shown on the map that I had with me. With this newly found information I finally made it to my hostel and checked in for the night. It cost me 58 swiss francs for the first night of accomodation as I had to rent my own little apartment as the dorm was full. The next day though I managed to squeeze into a dorm which was nice. The next day I awoke after a night of discovering that the zone where I was staying in was actually known by the locals as the 'red light district', which explains the whore houses everywhere, and I headed down to Lake Geneva with a baguette/tomato/cheese and salami to have as breakfast. After this scrumptous delight I jumped on the metro and glided smoothly across the tarmac until I was at my destination, the United Nations. I took a 10 swiss franc tour of the United Nations buildings which I personally think was well worth while. You get to see the discussion rooms where the big decisions are made and you get to learn a little about the history of the UN and when it began etc etc. Some people I talked to thought it was lame and a waste of cash, but I think it is a worthy donation. During the rest of the day I ate baguettes and lazily walked the shore of Lake Geneva, which is a beautiful lake. That night I headed into a bar for a beer and got talking to a bar waitress. She was studying in Geneva and working in the bar for extra cash. She informed me that down on the shore there was a huge festival kicking off with free live music and tents celebrating different cultures from around the world. On hearing this I polished off my beer and hit the roads with a new plan in mind....party time. I found the area and was immediately surrounded by people dancing and it was then that I realised that I had walked into the middle of the dance floor (sweet). The dancing began, and it went and went and went until finally my legs felt like they were going to fall off. I grabbed another beer and walked/stumbled back along the shore. On the way I met a Jamaican man playing guitar for cash. I asked if I could play and he said " ya man, I need to sleep, make me some money!". With this he lay down, smoked a joint and went to sleep. I grabbed the guitar and started playing and singing. I did this for half an hour and I made him 5 euro. Sweet. I woke him up and told him the news and he was stoked. He packed up his stuff, hugged me and walked away into the distance. I was stoked too for having played for cash and with a grin on my face I stumbled onwards until finally I made it to the red light district, aka, my home.

Money for nothing and chix for free!!!

Well the I awoke yesterday in the early morning and had my free breakfast at the hostel which consisted of toast and cereal and juice that was apparantly the miricle elixir for curing hangovers. I had a few glasses of juice during which I met a nice 18 year old Swedish girl named Anna. She had plans to go to Monaco for the day so I asked if I could join her. With a "yes" for an answer we jumped onto the next train and headed towards the Money. On arriving and departing the train station we were immediatly met with super yachts that seemed to stretch the entire length of the horizon, yeap they were massive. We kept walking and walking and basically were staggered by the amount of Lamborghinis, Bentleys, Ferraris, Porches , Jaguars and Chargers passing us. WOW this town is for rich people......we later confirmed this theory when I purchased a 1L bottle of water for 3.5 euro (sting). We spent the day wandering the streets and pondering just where did all this money come from. We later agreed that it must be the fruits of prostitution, drugs, rock and roll and possibly intelligence but judging by their arrogance maybe the later could be excluded. We returned to Nice after exploring Monaco and Montecarlo and I found out that I had forgotten to book that nights accomodation....good times. I ended up staying up most of the night before sneaking into the hostel and sleeping in the foyer...sweet. Today I caught the bus back to Marseille from Nice for 18 euro and I then booked a ticket to Geneva in Switzerland in the hopes of progressing upwards to see my Grandparents who have recently purchased a " Bed and Breakfast" style accomodation within the blackforest. So here I am at 4pm waiting for the 7pm train to Geneva. I am quite excited for I think I may get to glimpse the alps as the sun sets....wish me luck!

Nice is nice; death by sunset!

On arriving in Nice I found myself in a neat little city that had similar designed streets to the ones found in Paris. I went to the nearest hostel called, Aubergie de Jeunesse, and booked two nights accomodation. I had to check in at 3 pm, so I went down to the beach after purchasing some bait from the local fish market and fished the morning into oblivion. I was not at all surprised when I looked in the mirror that night and found myself burnt to a crisp from the powerful sun. That night I went along the beach to catch the sunset. On walking along and meeting numerous Koreans and other travellers I stumbled onto a scene where an old lady had fallen on the pavement. She lay there and I heard a lot of French being said and saw numerous people talking on their phones in grave tones. Suddenly an ambulance busted onto the pavement with sirens blaring and the paremedics jumped out and immediately started doing CPR. It was then that I realised that the old woman was not just hurt, she was dieing. While I watched, people stopped and gathered in a crowd to watch the excitement. Feeling sickened by the spectacle I decided to head away from the scene to let the lady die in peace. I peeked back once in instinctual curiosity to see the policemen drape a white sheet over her body and to hear someone say " oh my gosh, how terrible!". After hearing this I replied without thinking " I couldn't think of a nicer time to die" and I pointed to the sunset. The tourists gave me a weird look before returning there gaze to the white sheet. I turned and walked away feeling a way that I had never felt before; for she was the first human being that had died in front of me.

Around the mediterranean in 2 days!!!!

I had a look at my account balance the other day and I was very shocked to discover the speed at which my funds are disappearing. After acknowledging this I decided to step up the ante and get along the coast of France. I spent a night in Barcelona and then I hit the road on a 3 hour bus ride to Montpellier which is a nice little coastal French village positioned near to the coast. I said goodby e to speaking Spanish and welcomed in the French. I arrived in Montpellier at around three in the afternoon and I set about finding a hostel. After numerous sweaty hours of searching and obtaining zero results, I headed out to the beach to check it out and see if it was possible to sleep on it. I got to the coast and my eyes where met with thousands of tourists clinging to the shore and riding the waves... so much for sleeping on the beach. I came to the conclusion that I'd rather sleep in a different city away from the tourists and so after meeting a buisness man and chatting with him in line, I boarded a train to Marseille. On arriving in Marseille it was 11pm and Marseille has a reputation for hostility towards foreigners in the muggin kind of way so I decided to sleep in the train station. My plan was going well untill a security officer announced to me that they closed the station at 1am and that I should not be lying inside, rather lying in the street. Luckily I met three 20 year old English lads and three 18 year old American girls who told me that a cleaner had told them to walk up the "H" train platform and sleep up there. So we toddled up the platform and to my surprise the security didn't find us and we slept well. The next day I jumped on the train at 6am qnd headed towards Nice.

Anniversary in Zaragoza!

Today I am writing my 50th entry online....what a nerd. Last night I arrived in Zaragoza at 9pm to find that all the hostels were booked out and that the only means of sleeping on a bed was by paying 80 euro for a hotel. So I trudged out of the city and lay down behind some bushes in a paddock and dozed off. Leading up to this point; for the last couple of days I have been in Madrid, which is where I decided to go after wanting to leave Valencia. Madrid is a vast metropolis of old blended with new. It´s prices are particularly high so I decided to get out after only two days of staying there. During the first night I met a Dutch man named Jella and we had a few beers together and chilled out in the hostel. Later we went out for a beer and we met a group of ladies who told us that we could stay at there house the next night. So the next morning, Jella and myself packed up and shipped out of the hostel to meet the ladies from the night before. They took us back to their place and we had wine, played crazy Spanish card games and had homemade Tapas for dinner. It was a great experience and a good laugh trying to discuss topics for my Spanish is not very sharp.....as blunt as it gets to be honest. Well the next day I jumped on a bus to Zaragoza in hopes of eluding the instense prices in Madrid and now I find myself fed up on toast at 11am after watching an old bitter man order and polish off his beer this morning in a nice little cafe in the city centre. Today I think I will trudge around Zaragoza and then jump on a bus back to Barcelona. I have decided not to trek Morocco and to stick to my original plan......if only the euros would stay a little longer in my pocket.

Tales from the Crypt!

Yesterday I bid farewell to Luigi and his Aunt and Grandmother on the streets of Castello. For a 19 year old he was very mature and he told me that he couldn´t wait until he finished school so that he could go travelling and do what I am doing which was a privelage to hear. I boarded the bus and ended up at the Castello train station. It turned out that for the four nights beforehand, there had been a four day festival in Castello and so for the two hour train ride to Valencia, we were packed in like fat kids in a candy store. Hot, sticky, irritable, reeking and uncomfortable are a few words that can sum that journey up. On arrival in Valencia I managed to grab a bed next to the Lonja (Church/Castle) in a hostel called Rincon (corner in spanish) for 13 euro a night. I dumped my pack and headed onto the streets to do a little exploring. I met a 46 year old lady in a cafe who helped me order as it took me 3 minutes to order a lemonade let alone food. She told me her life story and why she was living in Valencia....in a word; heartache! After my lunch I hit the road for the most famous Cathedral in Spain known as the Saint Mary of Valencia Cathedral (Santa Maria). I went inside and paid 4 euro for entry which also included an audio guide which to my surprise was actually very helpful and interesting. As I journed around the massive gothic structure I gazed upon ancient bones and skulls of saints, a petrified intact arm of an ancient saint and of course, one of the chalices from which Jesus supposedly drank from during the last supper, aka the Holy Grail. After being quite distinctly humbled after imagining that the cup in front of me was infact the Holy Grail , I hit the streets again down to the Jardines del Turia (Turia Gardens) which is a dried up river bed that has been converted into a park. After relaxing in the sun I headed to a cafe which enables people to exchange languages on Monday. I then spent the remainder of the night teaching English, learning basic Spanish and meeting interesting people. One person I met was Roberto. Roberto is a brave, adventurous Italian woman who travels the globe by herself. She wants to travel to Morocco but doesn´t feel comfortable going by herself due to her having bad previous experiences with Muslim men. She asked whether or not I would be keen to go and I said that I would seriously consider it, after all it is only a two hour ferry ride from the bottom of Spain. We shall see where the weather takes me.......

Leaving a friend; gaining a friend!

Last night a thunderstorm hit Cambrils which is where we were still camping. Fortunately for us, there was a neat brick arched bridge near our camp which was dry. We carried our belongings under the bridge and lit a fire whilst polishing off donuts and a beer. We laid our 2 euro mats on the rocks under the bridge and prepared for sleep. With the fire emanating across the arched ceiling, lightening streaking across the purple sky and silohettes of trees against the backdrop, it felt like a scene from an old epic adventure movie. The next day on awakening Shawn and I bid farewell to our camp, as well as thanking it for keeping us safe. We hit the road back to Salou in order to catch the train to Valencia. On finding the train fully booked we headed over to the bus station and waited during siesta for it to open. During this time Shawn decided that he wanted to stay close to Barcelona as his funds were drying up, so he decided to go to Zaragoza which is closer to Barcelona. I still wanted to go to Valencia, so came the time when two trusted allies had to bid farewell. After a beer and then waving off Shawn as he headed out, I boarded my bus with Valencia written on the top of it as the sun started to set across the mountain range behind Salou. On the bus I met a 19 year old German, Spanish, Italian named Luigi. He lives in Germany, his Mum is Spanish and his Dad is Italian. After brief chatter, he invited me to spend the night at his place with his aunt and grandmother in Castello. I accepted the invitation and here I find myself sitting on an exceptionally soft bed, fully fed and smelling like roses after a shower which was five days overdue. I am beginning to fall in love with Spain.

Shawn!

During my time in Spain so far, I have had the pleasure of a fine companion named Shawn. Shawn is a 26 year old who is originally from Toronto in Canada but who is currently living in London with his girlfriend. He is an aspiring journalist who is planning to write the piece of literature that will boost him into his career. He travels very light with only a small canvas backpack that is mostly full of little notebooks into which he records details of his travels. he records streetnames, restaurants, food names, drinks, areas and of course his thoughts and opinions. He described to me why he does this. He said "anyone can tell a story, but a story with details is a story well told" Interestingly enough I think I entirely agree with him. He is only travelling for two weeks but it shall be a fine two weeks of camping, fishing and chilling on the beaches and eastern coastline of Spain.

Bush, bats, fish and campfires!

The next day we awoke on the beach with people building sandcastles and swimming in the Mediterranean. We slowly got sorted and headed for food. After a baguette, Carmen got on the bus and headed back to Barcelona as she was catching a flight to Madrid the next day. Shawn and I picked some mountains in the distance and started walking towards them. After a couple of hours of walking out of Salou and into Cambrils along the highway, we found a neat little national park in which we set up camp. With ample shelter, great sights and it only being 20 minutes from the coast we had found gold. We made a fire and cooked some pasta and chick peas and then headed to the beach to watch the sun set on the horizon. What we found was a deserted beach with a great fishing spot, so instead of returning to camp for the night we slept on the beach in silence. On waking, learning some spanish over an espresso, Shawn headed into town and I went fishing. I caught a fish that I think is called a bream and I gutted it, returned to camp and wrapped it in tinfoil after stuffing it with lemon in hopes that it would marinate. We chucked it on the fire and it turned out to be the best fish that I have had in three years. We settled down for the night and watched the bats dance in the sky whilst avoiding being caught by eagles before falling asleep.

Salou, Salou...where are you?

After a two and a half hour bus ride which normally takes one hour, we arrived in Tarragona on the coast. We guessed that Tarragona would probably not be a good spot to sleep on the beach as it´s quite a big city and we would most likely get caught. With this in mind we jumped on a city bus and headed out of Tarragona. After 15 minutes the bus stopped in a city known as Salou. We got of the bus and were stoked to see nice quiet calm streets of a little coastal city. We rounded the corner and were met with tourists as far as the eye could see and neons. Holy crap! Turns out Salou is the holiday destination of other Europeans. We headed to the beach and decided to hoof it out of the city following the shore. After 8km of carrying packs we gave up walking and did some karaoke in a beachfront bar. We then crashed on the beach as men with John Deere tractors circled us smoothing the sand for tomorrow. As these men circled with their disapproving looks we eventually lost consciousness and fell asleep to the sound of waves and tractor engines.

Barcelona round 2!

Waking from a 3 hour doze due to my ignorant neighbours in the hostal, I packed up and shipped outside to meet Shawn. We then went and picked up Carmen and headed to the market place situated on Las Ramblas. Due to it being day and a sunshine day at that, the prostitutes had retreated to the shadows and we could let out guard relax. We left the market after oohing and aahing over the assorted ranges of food and headed for the Picaso Museum. After a breakfast, a bottle of wine on a corner in an alley and being stunned by Gaudi´s structures, we came to the idea of flagging the museum and jumping on a bus to start our coastal expedition and return to Barcelona at a later date. I purchased a billy, a fishing rod and a few beers that we drank together as we boarded the bus and proceeded to empty a bottle of wine. The sun outside began to disappear behind a range of mountains as the bus drove along the winding highway.

Beautiful Barcelona!

After arriving in Girona we jumped on an hour bus ride to Barcelona. We arrived at around 11pm and we began a steady journey towards Shawn´s hostel with me hoping that there would be room as I had decided to wing it and not book accomodation. During the bus ride we met a 25 year old tall Canadian girl named Carmen who had recently divorced her husband and had decided to spend her money that she recieved from her prenuptial on touring Europe. She came with us to the hostel which unfortunately didn´t have room for me. I eventually found a room which cost me 35 euro for the one night! Ouch! Anyway after dumping our bags and grabbing a drink we hit the main street called Las Ramblas and headed towards the Southern end which ends with a shorefront walk. After having my nipple tweaked by a prostitute as we walked and after having a beer and watching a man walk into a glass door we finally hit the sack at around 3am.

On the road to Spain

Well a couple of days ago I said goodbye to Mum and Dad and jumped on the train to Stansted airport. After a busy train ride I arrived at the airport, only to be confronted by a huge snake which turned out to be my check in line. With a heavy heart I joined the line. Whilst waiting for eternity to check in there were two lads in front of me talking about whether or not it was possible to sleep on the beaches along the coast of Spain. I took my chance and introduced myself and asked if they wanted some company. It turned out that it was only one guy named Shawn who was asking the question to a spanish lad. Shawn and I began chatting and in no time we landed in Girona airport with a new plan to travel the coast together, sleeping at will where we pleased.

Departure day!

Tomorrow I leave for Spain. I am currently packing and doing all of my washing for I know that it's going to be a while before I get to wash my clothes again. Today I went and exchanged my sterling into Euros and I bought a lonely planet guide to Europe which should come in handy especially in Spain seeing as I am going to be arriving in Barcelona at 22:55 tomorrow night. London has been great as always but after being here for a month I am well excited about heading out to see new things, meet new people and take on new dilemmas. At this point I will also be beginning the trip that eventually takes me back to New Zealand, so I am excited by this and indeed I am still reeling at how fast this time has snuck up on me! I should arrive back in London at some point to say goodbye to the parents and to head to Canada from there. In ending this particular entry I cannot wait for beaches, sunshine, fishing, speaking spanish and of course sampling the wide array of beverages that the spanish surely offer......maybe a bit of a stay in Ibiza as well.......

Plan of attack!

After a few weeks of dilly dallying around and catching up with people in my life in the big city of London I have finally come up with my plan of attack. I am leaving for Spain ( Barcelona) on Tuesday with a one way ticket. From there I plan to head around Spain ending up in Madrid. From there I will travel to the coast of Spain and work my way up the coast and into France, whilst fishing (A LOT). I will then meet up with my good friend Stephen in the South of France. Onwards I will head back to the coast and start skirting along until I enter Italy. Once in Italy I plan to head down to the south and catch the ferry across to Greece. From Greece I plan to island hop to Turkey before flying back to London and heading to Canada on a $100 dollar flight. Depending on funds and time I will then try a road trip into America, checking out NY before flying to LA and then home. With any luck I will arrive home in time for Christmas with the family and a beautiful New Zealand summer........as opposed to the dreary English summer which has more rain in it than a New Zealand winter. Right now I am working doing garden work for my Aunt which will give me some extra spending money. It all help right? I am also getting the thrill of spotting frogs and slashing my arms on cutty grass and wild blackberry bushes....great fun!

History and Law...sounds fascinating!

Well after a week of walking around and taking in the scenery that is on display in central London, I stumbled across the statue of King Richard I, aka Richard the Lionheart. I discovered that there is a rather interesting story behind his life and what happened after he was slain in battle:

Richard the Lionheart and the Magna Carta!

Richard the Lionheart was King of England over a 10 year reign. He was constantly campaigning and in battle in Israel during the holy wars. While he was away his brother sat in the throne and took over responsibilities of ruling England. During his reign he managed to lose most of the French territories that his father King Henry II managed to claim. Anyway in the end Richard was killed in battle and his brother, later known as King John took the throne. King John turned out to be an absolute shocker in power and he kept demanding higher taxes and he was pretty much hated by all. In the end the Barons of England got together and wrote the Magna Carta and forced King John to sign it. Turns out that the Magna Carta is a list of laws that kept King John under control. An interesting thing is that this document was the birth of Law as we know it today and all law that we use today is based from the Magna Carta. Sweet! Rules that applied then still apply today. If you want to see the Magna Carta it is kept in the London library which is beside King's Cross station.

History is cool!

Well I have to hand it to London for history. It's everywhere and believe it or not it's actually quite interesting when you are reading it off plaques instead of from textbooks. Definately worthwhile checking out for a bit longer.....

Changes and choices

Well after some serious research and figuring out what line I wanted to take on the trans siberian railway I found out some interesting facts that stopped me in my tracks, mind the pun. It turns out that in order to get a Russian visa you have to be in the country where you have been a resident for at least ninety days or where you are a citizen. So in saying this I have to be in New Zealand in order to get a visa through Russia, so there goes that plan.
If you are planning on doing the trans-siberian one day here is a really good website that gives you a great run down and background whether you are travelling from the UK across Russia or if you are starting in Beijing and heading across that way, check it out if you are interested http://www.seat61.com/Trans-Siberian.htm. Remember to get your visa whilst in NZ though...DOH!
Well after this disappointing news I decided to see how difficult it would be to go under Russia by land. It didn't seem to difficult and I could easily get entrance and visas for most countries but then I discovered a notice on the NZ consulate webpage warning travel of any westerners into certain areas of Pakistan which included, yeap you guessed it, the areas that I needed to get through, 'bummer' is what came to mind.
After serious consideration of how likely it would be that I would kidnapped and ransomed I am left with the realisation that the World is a well unstable place at the moment and that I had best change tactics as it seems unwise to put myself in pretty daft situations. Flying might be the best option at the moment.
Changes and choices.......the way of life for me at the moment, but indeed it is fun!

London Bridge/ Doubt over Africa!

Well it's now been a week to the day that I touched down back on UK soil, London to be exact. So far I have indulged in consuming lovely pints of gorgeously refreshing brew which tastes like heaven after spending a year drinking Korean beer. (Sorry Korea but you really have to sort your beer out!). I have done preceisely one thing since arriving and 'yes' that thing is 'being a lazy bastard'. I said it first so no one else can have the privelage of calling me lazy! I have sat around reading books and walking up to 'The Angel' to get groceries. Nothing really exciting is going on here although the other day a person was stabbed to death outside the supermarket that I go to...apparantly drug dealings gone sour. (Drugs are bad Mmmkay!) Apart from that though I have relished in the prospect that I have nothing to do and that I can leave on adventures when I feel like it, so right now I am just unwinding after a year of kids and reading books and going on solo missions up trees in the parks which admittedly is getting strange looks from the locals but as always "who cares"... the council and PC douchebags care I suppose! Anyway I have been looking into Africa a bit more closely and it seems that I can go there for a month and then have to go back to NZ so I have decided to head to Egypt and then work may way from there across and up to Russia to take the trans-siberian through to Beijing. From there if fundings permit I'll head downwards into Vietnam and Cambodia before heading home. That's the plan anyway...wish me luck and I'll keep you posted on this proposal!

Heading out from HK!!!

Well the couple of days that I had to enjoy Hong Kong are almost over. Although a tear is coming to eye in saying this I am definately stoked about jumping on the plane to London! Only a few hours to go and I'll be seeing my ma and pa again and with any luck having bangers and mash for dinner. Well the last couple of days have been rather a hectic blur with too much alcohol being consumed and too much intensive excitement! Hong Kong is definately a wicked place to visit and I recommend it to anyone who is thinking about heading here. On Sunday I met a lad named Jason in my hostel and we headed out to have some dinner. After having some Indonesian curry and talking about the differences and similarities about teaching in Korea compared to teaching in China we headed to the peninsula of Kowloon for a beer. He was tired so he went back to the hostel while I jumped on the metro and headed to Central to check out a place called Lan Kwai Fong which is home to a variety of bars. I met an Aussie and an Italian named Simon and Luigi respectively. Turned out that they were in Hong Kong attending an artificial intelligence seminar and that they had worked on developing Asumi the famous Japanese robot that can walk and run etc etc! Anyway that was well cool. After many beers later and hanging out with the band that was performing and talking Kiwi music with them I ended up in a club that had continous strobe light action.....I kid you not it was relentless strobe! Man did it give me a headache! Was a swell night! Well I'm going to grab some food and hit the streets for my last glimpse of HK before heading to the airport.

ENTER THE DRAGON!

Well, I wrapped up my year teaching in Korea yesterday and got on the plan to Hong Kong. I arrived at 1030pm and finally found my guitar before jumping on bus A21. I met a couple who were heading to Israel to see their son who was Jewish and studying his religion over there. It was interesting and they also had a map which saved my ass from walking the streets till the early morning searching for my guesthouse. I managed to check in and the manager gave me an upgraded room for being a 'nice guy'. Sweet! Got up this morning and donned my backpack and headed into the streets. I broke into a sweat instantly so downed some juice and headed for the TsimTshaTsui dock and boarded a ferry which took my lanky bones to Central HK! From there I stuck my Mp3 player on and cruised the streets. I ended up stumbling across a neat temple called Man Mo which was filled to the brink with incense....I can now see the finer qualities of being a Buddhist; you get stoned everytime you go to pray!
After bailing out of there and hitting the HK streets again I headed East and found myself in a very happening part of town, so after going home, eating dinner, having a shower and finding some clean clothes, I might head over to have a brewsky!