Saturday, April 7, 2012

Thailand part I

Swimming with fishes and thunderstorms

Today I went swimming with fish. I did yesterday as well, twice actually, but today was different. A baby shark took a bit of a liking to me, possibly not of the good kind, and took to circling me in the water in a slightly disconcerting way. Of course, it is hard to be concerned about a creature as long as your forearm, and rather slimmer, but when it looks like a very small Great White you can't help but feel slightly alarmed. But the other fish were stripy, spotty, and very colourful! There is one type, which are a velvety black, with blue tails that I like, and also some which are a sort of velvety dark blue, until you see that they are actually iridescent and then you notice that their fins are pink and purple, and their tails have a yellow bit in the middle!

Also, when we went yesterday, I swam a good 400 meters with a small child riding on my back. Yes, riding. It is hard not to laugh when a child is pulling on your bathing suit saying "Turn this way!" in a most petulant tone, as though you are a boat which isn't responding properly, rather than a human being fighting against the pull of the water to even swim in the right direction, struggling with an extra 15 kilograms of dead weight shifting constantly on top of them.

As a side note, laughing while wearing snorkel and mask is a bad idea. The extra air that comes out your nose raises the air pressure inside your mask, meaning it simply slips open to let the air out, and promptly fills with water. This does have the positive effect of stopping you from laughing pretty quickly, but it is not a pleasant way to be stopped.

In other news from the land of awesome stuff, there are lots of thunderstorms! They're epic, and an almost nightly occurrence. I love thunderstorms. I tried to take a picture, and it actually worked!


















Anyway, if I want to get any sleep tonight, I had better get to bed. It is past midnight, and I am tired. I am often tired here, I seem to need more sleep than in normal climates.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Oh right

I'm in Thailand, for those of you who haven't actually been made aware... it's hot and I am testing my stomach's capacity for delicious foods.

No pics yet, and it is my bed time now, so not even a real post.

Night night!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

You've not suffered an annoying Apple eater...

Until you have sat through a child eating one at 3am.

Can you hear my teeth grinding several continents away?

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Amsterdam

Amsterdam is possibly the most-hyped European city of all to a young traveller, but hyped, generally speaking, in only one way; the sex, drugs and rock'n'roll way. Now, I have nothing against sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll as a selling point, don't misunderstand me. But sometimes one hopes for a bit more than just a party.' 'Just' a party?! It's the biggest party around' I hear many people say. Well, sometimes a party isn't what you're looking for. Or at least not that sort of a party. So, what was there to get from a trip to Amsterdam in early March if you're not looking for a party? Well, this is what we got up to:

A cocktail cruise on the canals- a nice way to acquaint yourself with the canals which the city is so famous for, and get a sense of direction and scale of the city. And consume a couple of tasty cocktails while feeling slightly under-dressed and not couple-y enough. It's okay, I'm down with not being dressed up enough. My rebellious streak revels in it secretly. Plus we spent half our time in Amsterdam sleeping or showering/bathing/getting dressed and ready to leave the hotel, it was already taking up a disproportionately large chunk of time.

Flower markets! Our hotel was just around the corner from the flower market, so we had to stop by. Even though neither of us are really the green-fingered type, we are female and susceptible to the power of pretty smelly things. I did so want to buy some flowers, there were so many, but of course there was nowhere to take them home to really. Taking them back to a hotel room would be... well possible I suppose, but where would they go? And we would only get to enjoy them for a few days. Although that might still have been worth it. They were so pretty! And so many... so many flowers.

Anne Frank house was interesting, although so crowded by tourists that it seriously detracted from the experience. It would have been more interesting to see it with just a couple of people, as it would have been when it was actually being used as the secret annexe. It was pretty well done, but, as I said, too crowded. They need to limit (or seriously revise the current limit) the number of people in there at one time. It just felt like another tourist trap. Which is a pity, as it is a lovely surviving piece of history, which really brings WWII into focus for the younger generations.

The Van Gogh museum was interesting. I've never been to a museum which is primarily dedicated to one artist before, and it did work rather well. I particularly appreciated the area dedicated to artists he was influenced by and working with- Monet and other European impressionists and other such movements. I did gain incredible respect for his brother- what ace art dealer! He certainly knew what he was doing! They had some amazing works, it was pretty awesome to get to see them up close. They really are better in real life! We had a few lovely hours wandering around gaping at some of the most famous works in the history of art, which is pretty inspiring. I wish they had been open later!

As of course we weren't permitted to take pictures inside of the museum, here is a picture of some more modern art of which pictures may be taken freely, I believe. We did find one bit of the city where there was a lot of seriously neat graffiti (the 'street art' variety, rather than the out-and-out vandalism which NZ tends to provide) which was interesting. We found the same thing in Prague too, it is an interesting phenomena, how you actually get graffiti with a message. Lennon Wall was an excellent example, but it was found throughout the city.

We spent considerable time avoiding bicycles in Amsterdam. It seems that they have taken a new stance on promoting cycling as a mode of transport- the roads are for cars and bikes, and the pavements are for people and bikes. Bikes have right of way. Always. On both. And don't you dare to assuming otherwise, or you will find yourself in a canal before you know what has happened.

I rather liked the areas where there weren't any pavements at all. Road, right up to the canal. What pedestrians?! What are you talking about? Oh you mean that thing that just fell into the canal when I drove by? Car-less driver, really ought to be more careful you know.

S2 unfortunately was forced to abandon me in order to return to work shortly after our time gaping at the the Van Gogh pictures, and from there on in I was solo, which, I must admit, isn't really the way to see Amsterdam. Although I did discover that I have my very own lingerie store (Fridays only, sorry). Pictures to follow, I promise! But we did manage to get a self-portrait together over one of the canals before she disappeared. Another for the collection!


Left to my own devices, I resorted to the company of my camera, and took this picture looking down a canal somewhere near the museum district. I love the look of Amsterdam, all the canals with these big willows draped on the edges, boats floating along. Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures, but there are some really amazing house-boats in Amsterdam! They're really quite incredible, they look like they are just normal houses inside, which just so happen to be floating in a canal. I want to go on one!

It would be neat if they made more use of these floating spaces. The cocktail cruise was fun, but imagine if it was a bar that was anchored, but floating? Or a restaurant? Then you could have enjoyed a whole evening on it. And fallen over when you got off, entirely unable to stand up. I totally would've gone for that. I wanted to stay in a Botel (hehehe) but I couldn't find a decent-looking one, and then lastminute provided a decent hotel at a pretty good price, so we settled for that.


Overall I did like Amsterdam, but I feel like I didn't quite get into it somehow. Above all else, Amsterdam seemed to specialise in really neat pubs; old, dark, dusty little spaces that you weren't entirely sure were open until you got inside and discovered it (very secretly) contained an entire community within. And good beer. Good beer was easily located pretty much anywhere, which was nice. Definitely won points for beer. In fact, I shall provide a whole separate post on our beer/pub escapades, once I have completed the now traditional photo exchange with S2. I was a bit lazy with my camera this trip, so she has a lot more photos than I do.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Back from Holland

Overnight train London-Edinburgh was... slightly trippy... I only realised I was dreaming that the train was delayed after I woke up and remembered that dinosaurs have been extinct for millions of years.

Overnight ferry on the other had was super awesome in pretty much every possible way. Bunks, a big cabin with a bathroom and everything. It was like a boat hotel. Yay! I need more excuses to travel by ferry.

Also, I am sick. Which means I have no energy to even get myself home again, never mind actually write a real blog entry.



Monday, February 20, 2012

Oh phone companies... how I hate you all.

I recently had a few issues with o2 being a bit retarded in regards to my account. So I called them up and yelled at them. They didn't do anything useful, just said "That's the way it is" and listened to me rant at them. I was pissed off with it that I was trying to remember why the hell I joined them in the first place. Just now I was trying to top up my (Vodafone) dongle for the first time in almost a year. Could I remember my account log-in details? No, of course not. So I clicked the "reset password" button, and received the email with a link where I could reset my account. Then the problems started. I the page didn't load properly. Eventually it timed out or something, so I thought I would try it again. Now all I can get is a message saying "There seems to be a problem with your account, please contact us or try again" (No Sh*t!) well, of course trying again doesn't achieve any better results. Can I contact them? Oh hell no. Firstly, here are a variety of numbers. Have fun working out which one is one you can even call from your particular phone (Landline? cellphone? Vodafone? Non-vodafone? Pre-pay? Account?). Then, when you do call... well, did you call? It seems to be dropping the call without connecting. Have I got the wrong number? Repeat x3. Nope, definitely the right number. Call again. Line drops. WHAT THE HELL VODAFONE!!!! Now I remember why I switched to o2- because you are complete MORONS! If you are closed at this time of night, then you could at least have a recorded message to say so. Just arbitrarily refusing to connect peoples calls is a DICK thing to do. At least when o2 piss me off I can tell them they're being brainless morons. But no, Vodafone can't even do that. So I will resort to slagging them off on my blog. Sorry, I'm sure most of you (probably all of you) don't care, but I felt the need to vent. Boo Vodafone!


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Dr Greg Dawes

Of the philosophy department at Otago University once said that young children are some of the best philosophers around. Following my recent discussion with a five year old, which started "Sam, why don't pirates believe in God?" I'm am really appreciating that point. I love my job!!!