New photography work and travel writing for South East Asia...
Total amount of miles travelled from 21st March 2010 till 5th September 2010
The beginning.....Leaving Chester
The first step. Leaving Mum's house in sunny Chester where I've been contentedly living the retired lifestyle for 4 weeks. The morning jog with Tim along the river, indulging in long baths, reading without that niggling feeling that I have something more important to do. Swanning into town to do a spot of shopping, lunching somewhere fabulous, and then (exhausted obviously) home to do the crossword with tea, cake and the cat on my lap. Ahhhh!
My pre-adventure is relaxing and totally indulgent, and it's been difficult to tear myself away. No more spa's, vintage auctions, swinging by art galleries, being in "default position" (cake, tea & sofa) at 4pm and justifying many of Mum's lovely but crazy ideas (bidding and then winning an old, decrepit rocking horse, painting the room, getting chickens, another kitten, etc etc).
I've become so spoilt that I now expect cake to be in the tin ALWAYS, and more importantly a glass of wine at every evening meal, and for it to then be topped up throughout the night without me having to ask (thanks Tim).
I have now arrived in Blackburn and will be here for two days with Dad, before me and Boonie head down to London to catch the flight to Kuala Lumpur.
I am now relearning to pour my own drink. I'm now even walking to the fridge to get it and (god forbid) will soon, even be buying the wine I'm drinking.
Thanks Mum and Tim x
PS. I may have exaggerated slightly in the latter part of my blog, to make the story more interesting. (no nit-picking allowed (Tim))
And for all of you that think it's a shame that me and Mum can't carry on our daily Guardian puzzles; we are still doing the crossword together over the magic of the internet (I know!! We are so cool!)
Read more: http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-entries/ursulaart/1/1269011709/tpod.html#ixzz1LrT3Ye00
On to Dad's.
Arrived at Dad's to spend a few days here before I leave. First stop, the pub for beer and crisps with a group of Dad's pub mates
Read more: http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-entries/ursulaart/1/1269104593/tpod.html#ixzz1LrUfKXBZ
The beginning...
The 18 hours trip from Blackburn to London to KL included bouts of paranoia. Paranoia that I would be on the unlucky flight - 1 out of 11,000000000 to crash and burn.
Read more: http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-entries/ursulaart/1/1269369733/tpod.html#ixzz1LrV3VJWE
After being thrown into the muggy heart of Kuala Lumpur, we went through a tortuous immigration queue that ended with the officer asking me if I was married to Tarzan (Apparently Tarzan is married to someone called Ursula). Shocked and worn out after a 12 hour flight, I only replied "no", smiling politely; realising the hilarity of my first impression of the South East later.
We caught the bus and bounced to KL sentral at 100 km on what felt like a spacehopper.
We arrived at 11pm into the hot sticky air and made our way to Petaling Street, Chinatown and our hostel. Shortly after, we ate our first South East Asian meal at a street stall in Chinatown, washed down with ice cold beer.
The heat, the smells, the food and the jostling and bustling around us told me we were miles away from home.
Photography shoot