Life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them

Live your dream and share your passion

When you eat, appreciate every last bite

Some opportunities only come only once-seize them

Laugh everyday

Believe in magic

Love with all your heart

Be true to who you are

Smile often and be grateful

…and finally make every moment count

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Monday, December 10, 2012

IM HOME-IT’S NEVER LONG ENOUGH


WEATHER: Summer-30C  

So I’m home and it feels FABULOUS.  

It doesn’t matter how long I am home for it is never long enough.  I had 7.5 weeks in July and I now have 5 weeks this trip and time will just pass so quickly.  I know this, and I rekon I could have 10 weeks and it still wouldn’t be enough. 

I hit the ground running after I landed in Brisbane.  It was all perfect timing, as I exited the terminal to wait for Shelly to pick me up, she arrived with Zoe.  We were all as excited as each other.  They were coming from ice skating, so Tess was at home and just to see their smiling faces was like a breath of fresh air for me and not that I wanted to start thinking about it now, but it is going to be tough to leave this time round, especially as I really have no idea on when I will be back.  I will definitely be home next year, but when is a good question and it really is the first time that I don’t have ticket back to Australia-scary much?

The airport is only 15 minutes from the Elkins and as we drove in the drive way, the heavens opened and a massive storm struck Brisbane.  That explains the poor visibility as we flew in over the city and I am just glad that we weren’t flying in it, as it was a doozy with the rain coming down horizontal and very windy.  I am sure it would have had an impact on us landing if we were 45 minutes later in arriving.  I had an hour to refresh up before we were back in the car and heading to Hadley’s birthday party’.  It is always a surprise on what clothes I can find in the drawers, what things I have packed in drawers and what personal items I have again.  It was nice to have a bevy of clothes to choose from and after unpacking the monster and a quick shower we were off again.  Hadley’s party was a great opportunity to catch up with a bunch of people at the one spot.  I wasn’t feeling too bad considering that I had been on the go for the last 17 hours. 

From here we then had to get the god-daughters to their dance concert at Redcliff that they train for all year.  I have told the girls this is the main reason for me coming home a week earlier; just to earn some brownie points along the way with the girls.  I haven’t seen them dance for 2 years now but as the concert runs over week-end, we were dropping them today and then we had tickets to see them dance tomorrow morning.  We had 2 hours to fill while they were dancing, so we walked across the road to the RSL and had a few drinks and a punt at the TAB which is always great time filler.  Picking up the girls we were home by 7pm with dinner in hand.  My first meal back and we had decided to have Red Rooster and this is one of my ‘foods’ I miss when I am travelling.           

Sunday was the concert again for the girls and we were on the road at 9.30am.  Zoe was in 3 dances and Tess was in 2 and they were cute as buttons.  We had to sit through the first half of the concert and saw them dance twice and then after the break I watched their last dance, which they were both in and shortly after they had performed I got a lift home with the neighbors as there was still the afternoon concert to go and finally my jetlag was catching up with me.

Monday was spent going through the bags that I had packed in preparation for my trip to Ethiopia in September before it was cancelled a week before I was due to leave.  I literally had forgotten what was in there, so I needed to take stock, work out what else I needed and also thought about the amount of clothes that I had.  I had far too many.  I would really like to get the clothes packed into 2 suitcases at most, so I also went through the clothes I had and anything that didn’t fit, or look the Africa part and they will be given to Vinnie’s.  I also need to keep in mind having ‘office’ clothes as I just don’t know what type of work I will be doing in Africa, so with this in mind I culled another round of clothes.  I also hit the wardrobe while I was on a roll and I have 2 bags of clothes for Beth that I will take when I catch up with them for lunch.  Some of them still have tags on them, so there is nothing wrong with them, I just don’t deem them as Africa appropriate and I need to get into the swing of getting rid of things as I have to make a date to get my shipping container out, hopefully this week, and go through all my belongings that have been locked up for the last 2.5 years.  I have emailed Minalu and asked if there are things that I should bring with me, things that are hard to get or cheaper to bring with me, so I am waiting back on a response from him at this point.  So with a list now in hand on what I do have-I am now making a list of things that I will need to get.  Things like and extension cord, a power board-as all my electrical gadgets have Australian plugs, wall hooks and I am also thinking of buying a bread maker, a jaffel maker and maybe a grill plate.  You may or may not be able to get those things in Ethiopia, but at least I will be able to cook something from day one when I arrive.  I also went through my souvenir box and I have managed to fit 90% of them into a suitcase, so I am going to take them all with me.  It is funny that I have some African pieces and pictures and they will be heading back to the motherland.  Africa-Australia-Africa.    

I phoned the shipping container people on Monday to organize getting into my container.  I wasn’t sure how much time they needed, and for me the sooner the better, so I can get it all done and dusted and enjoy my weeks at home without having that hanging over my head.  I just know what a massive job it was going to be and if I didn’t get onto it, it would just fester, time would tick and I could be stuck with the container after I leave.  THAT I definitely do NOT want to happen.  So I phoned and the lady I have been dealing with for the whole 2.5 years is really not that nice.  We always clash and I dint find her very helpful at all.  So when I spoke to her and explained my situation I was after some thoughts from her on what would be the best way to gain access to my container for a week.  They were unable to deliver the container to the house and then come back for it as their trucks don’t have swing lifts.  She mentioned I could have access at the depot, for the day, and when I said I would need more than one day to go through all my things, she said she would have to talk to the boss and get back to me.  Her last comment before we hung up the phone was that if I am giving it all away, why don’t I just toss it all out at the dump.  She really was rude and I told her they were my belongings and I needed to go through them all first and that wasn’t a very nice suggestion at all.  Stupid cow.  How about we throw out all ‘your’ stuff…… would you like that?  Stupid cow.  Well I got a phone call back and I was able to get access for 3 days from Wednesday.  Well I had to take it and just hope that 3 days would be enough time.  Already, just booking it in and having a start day has relieved my stress my 20%-I was on my way and this was the last massive hurdle that I had to jump as closure of my life here in Australia.  Based on the 3 days, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sell/give away all the furniture in that time so I contacted a storage place that handles storage modules.  So I figured, I could get the modules, pack in my furniture and other bits and bobs, get it stored and then that would give me a chance to put in EBay, sell it, and then get it all delivered on a certain day and get it all collected.  I am still not sold on the EBay option, it would be less hassle to just get rid of it all rather than trying to make a few bucks, but people keep telling me to try and sell it, so I will give it a go and see how it pans out and worse-case scenario I will just pop it all out on the street and put up a sign telling people to help themselves.      

So I’m home and it feels great to be surrounded by friends again……
The clock is tick tick ticking……


Friday, December 7, 2012

THE EAGLE HAS LANDED-IM HOME


WEATHER: Freak storm 45 minutes after landing otherwise its summer and 30C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Touchdown in Brisbane

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Touching down in Brisbane 3 hours late

WORD OF THE DAY: HOME

DISTANCE TRAVELLED: 6158km

So I went to bed at 2.30am this morning and as I had paid for my breakfast when I checked in at midnight, I HAD to get up this morning to go, otherwise it would be a total waste.  The breakfast service closed at 10.30am, so I set my alarm for 9am, dragged myself out of bed, showered and made it down to the restaurant with 45 minutes to eat all I could.  I did well and I gave the Asian section a good crack with the mini dim sums and steam rolls-I love those things.  It was a great looking buffet I have to say, but I am not one to gorge, so I ate what I wanted with a cup of tea and then on my way back to the room I stopped to have a look at the pool area and it was amazing.  There was a wooden boardwalk around the pool, with fountains and trees in the middle of the pool.  There were sun lounges and a great view of the tower, which was pretty cool to see in itself, to think we were that close to the airport.

I switched the ‘do not disturb’ light when I got back to my room and then I spent the rest of the morning blogging and uploading photos and watching movies on TV.  I had paid for a late checkout, so I didn’t have to be out of my room till 6pm, which was perfect as my flight was at 9.25pm and it is still hard to believe that I WILL BE HOME TOMORROW.  It still hasn’t sunk in yet-but I am super excited to see Shelly and the girls and from the text messages that are flying around they are just as excited to see me.  The god-daughters have a dance concert on this weekend, so I will hit the ground running tomorrow with a drop off for the first concert and then a ticket for the second concert on Sunday.  I have earnt some brownie points with the girls telling them that I had come home early especially to see them dance in their concert.  They had been told that Zeme and I had broken up so I am expecting a barrage of questions as only children can ask and I need to work on a way to tell them that things just didn’t work out.  I’ll think about that later, I can’t be bothered at the moment rehashing ‘that’ saga and overshadowing my happy impending return home.  With room service for lunch and another movie I showered and was ready at 6.15pm.  I figured I would push the check-out boundary by 15 minutes, what will they do; charge me for the 15 minutes?  I had made sure yesterday when I packed the monster that I had kept out a change of clothes and underwear into my day backpack so I wouldn’t have to open the monster till I got home.  See I am a smart cookie, but that also meant that the sucker still weighed 26.4kg and I had one more check-in to go.  Qantas can be hit and miss at the best of times whether you get charged excess or not, so I just hoped that I would get some-one nice and they wouldn’t charge me.  

As the bell boy had bought my bag up on a hotel trolley, I had to heft that thing onto my back to get it downstairs to reception to checkout.  I kept the thing on my back as I paid the bill and the reception guy asked if I wanted an airport trolley, oh yes please that would be fantastic.  It was great that I could walk out of the hotel and find myself smack bang in the middle of T3-LOVE it as I had to make my way from terminal 3 to terminal 1 which is done via the airtrain and takes 5 minutes.  The system is so easy here, I love Singapore Changi and it is just as well as I have passed through here 9 times in the last 9 weeks!  I entered T1 and as I walked past the first set of departure boards I found my flight and the counter that I had to get to for check-in, when I saw the second set of departure boards I saw that the word ‘retimed’ was next to my flight number and when I looked at the new departure time to was for 3 hours later!  Oh no….. Are you kidding?  I probably could have extended my room for another few hours, now I have an additional 3 hours plus the 3 hours I had given myself for check-in. Ugh.  It was going to be a long day.  The Qantas check-in area was a shambles.  There were people in groups sitting on the floor, there was no roped section for a check-in line, you just picked a hind leg line and side step people and trolleys as they came and went.  I jumped queue twice as people were just all over the place and when it was finally my turn with a smile on my dial I dropped my bag on the scales and asked why the flight had been retimed.  Firstly I was hoping to keep her busy as to not notice the weight of my bag and secondly, if the flight was delayed 3 hours I was hoping that they would let my bag slide as a small compensation.  As it worked out there was an issue with our aircraft and they were getting a new one from Sydney and when I asked when they found out-did they try and notify passengers, she said it was all very last minute.  I think it certainly worked in my favor and my 26.4kg bag was checked through without a second glance.  My chick was tough, but I liked her once my bag was sent down the conveyor belt, with a small kick from her as it got stuck.  My next issue was a window seat and they were all gone!  But she said let me go and check something and she left the counter, so with fingers crossed and a held breath I waited for her to come back and she said she could give me one, tapped a few times on the computer and said that’s strange, disappeared again and then came back and with a small smile said she had found me another one.  I wasn’t going to ask what happened with the first one, as long as I had a window, my monster was checked at no cost I wasn’t going to argue.  Then for the good news, I was also given a food voucher of 20SGD for me to have dinner on Qantas due to the delay.  Why thank-you Qantas.  This was probably the biggest delay I have had all trip and yesterday was the most I had paid for excess baggage.  Talk about a patch of bad luck finishing with a small silver lining.  I was just happy to get rid of the monster-all done and dusted now till Brisbane.                  

Once I had passed through security (no scan) and customs, the first thing I needed to do was to let Shelly know I was now arriving at 10am and not at 6.40am.  I shot off a text message and wouldn’t feel comfortable until she replied with am ok.  I would hate for her to get up at 6am, get to the airport to find out I wasn’t now coming till 3.5 hours later.  So with the message sent, I decided to make a stop at the Pandora shop one last time JUST FOR A LOOK and yes I ended up leaving with One charm, which for me is a feat in itself, ONE.  I was happy with that and then it was time to buy a drink and find somewhere to sit  as I had 4.5 hours to wile away before heading to my gate.  Singapore Changi is great for finding areas that are set up for people to rest and wait and I went to one of the food courts and found a massive lounge area that was spread around some food outlets and because they offer these type of areas all over the airport, they never seem super crowded.  Before setting up all my crap, I checked my internet on one of the free computers, I went and bought a soft drink and then set myself up in 2 lounge chairs.  My laptop came out, my IPod was plugged in, my Blackberry was at hand so I could keep an eye on a return message from Shelly Belly and there I sat for 3 hours, happy as Larry, typing and people watching.  There was an oriental restaurant, Asian House, that I could see people coming and going out of there and the smell that was emanating from the restaurant was too much to pass up and decided to abandon the thought of using my voucher for some drumettes at Burger King and to have something different for a change, I mean I wasn’t paying for it anyway right! 

This restaurant was set up for the traveler.  The staff were switched on, there seemed to be an urgency with the way they served you which was good in a way, but also a little disconcerting.  I showed my Qantas voucher straight up as I wanted to make sure they knew I had one so there wouldn’t be any problems when I went to pay, a lot of people don’t like vouchers, but my waitress seemed to be okay with it and left me with a rather large menu.  It is amazing how far 20SGD goes and after looking at the menu looking at what I could have to the cost of the voucher, as I just had to spend every cent, I ended up ordering an entrée and a main and I got a coke and all I had to pay was 1.53SGD as I hadn't calculated in the tip.  I think I could handle that.  After placing my order my entrée was at the table within 10 minutes, maybe even less and then my main meal came out probably 10 minutes after that, even though I had not yet finished my entrée.  I told you they were in a snazz.  It was one of those places you could see the chefs in the kitchen and they looked as busy in there as the wait staff out the front.  I guess they just think that everyone has a plane to catch-literally and they just pump people through.  I wasn’t on such a rush and I even got asked if I wanted to pay the 1.53 as I was about to put a mouthful of food in my mouth.  I did ask if it was okay to finish my meal first and she nodded her head and I was allowed to finish my meal in peace.  I heard back from Shelly, so she knew of my new arrival time-so I felt much better that I had got through to her.  My small backpack had to be moved as some people arrived at the table next to me and the waiter guy picked up my bag to move it onto the chair opposite me and asked what I had in my bag?  Gold?  I know it weighs a ton and I still say that it has to be over 10kg in there.  So on that note after paying my massive bill, I walked out of the restaurant and found one of the small hand luggage trolleys and dumped my 22kg of bags onto it to give myself a break from carrying them as I went for a final walk around the shops  before heading to my gate.  I found some funky looking elephant statues in one of the gift shops, but firstly I had no room to carry them, secondly they weren’t cheap and thirdly I think I need to re-asses what travel ornaments I have at home before I go and purchase more.  The beauty is I am back through here in 5 weeks, so if I still do like them, maybe I will get them on my way back through.  They are handmade, hand painted and some of the proceeds go towards a woman’s co-op in Singapore.  Maybe next time.  I did buy some stickers for my diary and also a beautiful blue china necklace though and then it was time to make my way to my gate.

I checked my internet again at the hundreds of computers they have around the airport, nothing had changed, but just because I could, I did.  When I got to my gate it wasn’t open yet and most of the seats outside the gate were taken, so I found a spot at the end of the gate area, leaned up against the wall and pulled out my IPad and played solitaire.  There are a few ways to gain free internet/Wi-Fi at Changi International Airport.  There are the free internet stations located around the airport that are on a 15 minute timer.  If there is no one waiting behind you and you needed more than 15 minutes you just re-log on again-easy.  You can get Wi-Fi codes from the information counters located throughout the airport-you just need to show your passport to get them and the last way is they are starting to introduce free Wi-Fi at the gates where you don’t need to get the code from the info desks.  As I was leaning against the glass wall of our departure gate, I was within reach of the gates free Wi-Fi and was able to surf the internet for another hour when the gate finally opened.  As the aircraft was late coming in-there were a lot of transfer passengers for other flights and there would have been 10 airport staff, all ladies waiting for people with flight numbers and destinations on A4 pieces of paper.  There would have been 4 golf carts also waiting and it was cool to see them all bantering with each other while they were off the clock until the first passengers came off.  It’s funny to see what people look like after an 8 hour flight and to see what people actually wear on a flight.  It was pretty cool to see them all walk past me, like I was in some travel fashion show.  Some people looked great, others tired and majority of people were unsure where to go once they came out of the aerobridge.  I love people watching.  So knowing that our plane was finally here was a great sign and I will be glad once we are in the air to be sure that I was finally on my way.  Not that it means anything, even after you take off.  I have 2 friends that work for United Airlines and they took off from Chicago for London and after 2 hours they had to turn around due to a mechanical fault-now that would be pretty sucky.

So my gate opened at 11.25pm.  We boarded at 12.30am and we were in the air at 1.15pm.  My check-in chick had me sitting in the 3rd last row of the aircraft which I am okay with, I am one of those people that is superstitious or thinks there is a better part of the plane than another, but in saying that I was sitting in a row that had only 2 seats of a 3x4x3 configured aircraft.  The 2 seats option is great but in those particular seats you are not directly against the side of the plane.  There is a gap of around 30cm.  So I wasn’t able to rest my head against the window to get some sleep.  This was a bummer, but I still had a window, so I wasn’t going to complain.  It also didn’t take long to wait to find out if I was going to have the seat next to me free, my seat buddy turned up early, so at least that put me out of my misery.  We were on a 747-400 and it looked like a new plane.  I checked out the entertainment options and they had Magic Mike on the movie channel and they also had 18 hours of Modern Family.  I was SO tired, but I would have to watch a few episodes of that before I went to sleep. 

After takeoff my seat buddy was all over the seating and there was a spare seat across the aisle and he jumped ship to then give me the 2 seats to myself for the next 7 hours.  You beauty and thank-you travel gods for finally coming through for me one last time, on my last flight on my World Odyssey.  The one annoying thing about the touch screens they have on the newer aircrafts is if some-one has a heavy hand while pushing the screen you can feel it in your seat and it can become really annoying.  You just hope that they quickly find a movie so that they leave the screen alone and in turn don’t piss you off any further.  Dinner was served at 2.45am, so I watched 4 episodes of Modern family and as soon as the trays were taken away, the lights switched off and the plane was put to bed for the rest of the trip.  I was tired, so this suite me to a tea and I slept like a baby for 3 hours till the plane was woken up for a crappy breakfast of yoghurt, croissant and an orange juice.  I don’t eat the first 2, so the Hostee was happy to give me the juice and I really wasn’t hungry after all the food I had consumed in the last 24 hours anyway.  From here it was just a waiting game, and I could stop checking the flight plan and seeing how many minutes we had left till we landed.  I couldn’t believe I was only 15 minutes from being home. HOME…….ahhh HOME.  I was lucky, 90% of my flights I have ever done arriving back into Brisbane come in over Moreton Island but this morning we came in over the city.  It was a shame the weather was on the crappy side, it was cloudy and looked like it was raining, so not the greatest for photo opportunities but what a great way to arrive back into Brisbane over the city, seeing the Brisbane River and The Gabba.  I was home.

We arrived at 9.40am and as I was in the 3rd last row of the plane, there was no rush for me to get off.  Shelly was picking me up between the girls ice-skating class and dancing lessons and we were aiming for a 10.30am pickup and I think we were going to be pretty close to that.  We seemed to be the only flight in so that was the good news about coming in at the time we had rather than the 6.40am when up to 5 other planes all arrive in at the same time and customs and immigration is a nightmare.  Well not this morning.  Even though all hands were full, I managed to stop via the duty free shop and purchase a bottle of bourbon for the Elks and a bottle of vodka for me, not knowing still 100% I was doing with my shipping container that has 60 vodka bottles in it, but I thought it was better to be safe than sorry.  I have the chip in my passport, so I was able to go through the self-immigration kiosks, got my free trolley, snuck in a sneaky text message to Shelly (you’re not allowed to use your mobile phones in the baggage area-it is a 1000AUD fine) and then waited, and waited and waited for our bags to come out.  It took 35 minutes for my bag to finally pop out and after getting the wave into the bag check line, I had circled that I had wood items, I showed my Buddha head that was easily accessible in my backpack and I was waved through to the exit.  WELCOME TO BRISBANE.

I was HOME and it felt great.  I am back for nearly 5 weeks and I was looking forward to each and every minute I have here. 

The eagle has landed-I WAS HOME. 


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

MY JOURNEY HOME BEGINS




WEATHER: Cold in Kathmandu 5C-Hot in Singapore and 28C at midnight……

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: I’m on my way home

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Slugged for excess baggage

WORD OF THE DAY:  I’M COMING HOME

DISTANCE TRAVELLED: 3554km

I’M COMING HOME-I’M COMING HOME-TELL THE WORLD I’M COMING HOME.
I start my journey home today-really it is for the second time.  I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would have extended my World Odyssey after my first return, but things happen and plans change that are out of your control and you need to adjust, re-plan and then continue forward.  I would not wish to CHANGE a thing that has happened the last 4 months- and the cliché saying of all things happen for a reason is so true.  I would not have travelled to Sri Lanka, met my awesome group, been introduced to Buddhism, attended a friend’s wedding in Phuket, visited the Philippines and seen the tarsier and the beautiful island of Boracay and my last stop the amazing and scenic country of Nepal.  Let’s not forget the new tattoo I got that means a lot more than just some ink on my arm and the incredible people that I have met along the way.  How can you out a price on all of that (besides the bank balance) but it has come at a cost to some extent-my future was thrown into haywire and a relationship that I thought would last till the end of time-didn’t.  These things happen and to use a quote I love

“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”  

So with all that said and the additional 4 months of unexpected travel was ‘life’ changing, if it could even more than my previous 15 months and I was coming home for the last time, for a while anyway as I am unsure on when I will return for a holiday.  That has a real finality to that statement and that is what makes me feel’s sad.

My flight wasn’t until midday today, so I had the morning to get some breakfast and finalize my packing.  I was up at 6.30am and I was going to be on the go till midnight tonight when I arrived into Singapore and then had an additional 19 hours to kill before my flight back to Australia tomorrow night.  I have booked the Crown Plaza Singapore Airport for the stop, I figured by the time I arrived, collected my bags, paid for 2 nights and a late checkout it wasn’t worth the extra travel into the city and time, so I was happy with the plan to clear customs, grab my bags, change terminals and be at my hotel, especially after 10 hours of travel.  I was looking at staying at the Marina Sands in Singapore, you know the new hotel that is made up of 3 buildings and has a pool connecting them all together but at 500AUD for the night and I would need 2.5 nights, it was a price I wasn’t willing to pay-yes, I do have some limits-…….sometimes!  My last breakfast was at the Florid Hotel and even though they have been pretty quick each morning so far, I headed down at 7.30am to have some ‘snafu’ time should they be busy.  They were a little busier than previous trips, but I was still fed and watered by 8.30am and with a BIG thank-you and a larger than normal tip I made my way back to the hotel to collect my bags.  There were cabs out the front, so I checked with one what the price was, he quoted the going rate of 400 pesos, so I told him I would be back in 10 minutes, grabbed by bevy of bags and packed the small metro taxi with all my crap and we were on our way to the airport. 

As it was day 3 of Diwali, there was hardly any traffic on the roads as it is a holiday, so I made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare.  When we arrived there was a trolley guy there immediately as I opened my door, but my taxi man had gone to get me a trolley anyway.  I felt bad I didn’t take the guy’s trolley, and if I did I would have felt bad that I didn’t give him anything, even though there are signs all around telling tourists that you don’t need to pay for trolleys.  I was tipping my taxi driver anyway, so I let him grab my trolley-I certainly needed it that is for sure.  To enter the building you need to show your passport and your ticket and the lineup took around 10 minutes to get in and then there was another security check point where your bags were scanned and you were given the pat down to gain the final access to one of the most antiquated airports for a capital city in the world.  It is like stepping back to the 60’s and considering the amount of traffic that passes through here each year it is surprising the age of the airport.  I found my check-in counters and I had arrived exactly 3 hours prior to my flight and there were about 80 people in front of me already.  Talk about everyone being early, I think it may have something to do with the traffic being so unpredictable that everyone just starts out earlier than needed to make sure there are no hold ups on the way.  Maybe the Nepalese are a ‘snafu’ kind of people when it comes to travelling?  Either way, the counters didn’t open for another 15 minutes, so I stuck in my headphones and played solitaire for the time.  There was an older lady in front of me who had 2 small backpacks, one looked like her daily one and the other was a walking pack, and when the line started to moved she had great difficulty in bending over to reach her bags, looked to be in a lot of pain and trouble walking.  She had on her North Face pants and matching jacket and her walking boots, so my guess is she was hiking and something happened to her.  I helped he move her bags twice, as she didn’t even have a trolley (I wonder how she got to the airport for no-one to be with her or at least given her a trolley) and then the third time, she said she could do it and I didn’t help again.  You wouldn’t believe when she finally made it to the counter to check-in she was at the wrong one.  She was flying Thai Airways and she was standing in the Malaysia Airlines queue.  I felt so bad for her, her English didn’t seem the greatest, and as I was trying to listen I think she was slurring her words, she was in bad shape.  I offered my trolley but one of the staff behind the counter realized how bad she was and helped her with her bags and walked her to where she should be.    

So it was my turn to check in and get the monster on the scales and I was pretty close with the weight, it was 26.3kg.  The check-in girl looked twice and I knew that I may be in with a problem.  She told me I was 6kg over, and I agreed with her and then as we looked at each other I asked how much would it cost me?  Oh yes I well and truly knew [I was in to pay when she then called over a gentleman supervisor, they chit chatted in Nepalese and then told me it would be 6636rupees.  It always sounds a lot in a foreign currency and I am not that great at my 84 times tables, so when I worked out that was 79USD I then had to check if that was per kilo or total for the 6 of them. !!!!  I was relieved when they said that it was a total amount and without a fuss I pulled out my credit card.  I did ask for a break and could they give me a little leeway and the supervisor was very generous and gave me a 1kg extra allowance.  Gen-ner-ous. Well as mentioned the airport is so old, they don’t have a credit card facility, not even the old clack clack style ones, so now we had another problem.  They told me I could use the ATM down the other end of the building and then come back, but I did put my foot down and said how much was it in US dollars, they told me 79, and I opened my purse and pulled out 40USD and said this is all I have.  So they chit chatted again, the supervisor went away, and to speed things up I pulled out another 20USD telling them that was the last of it and they accepted it.  So my free kilo turned into 2 free kg’s and I paid for 4.  I just hoped that they didn’t see the other 100USD I had sitting in my purse.  I wasn’t going to push the point because if they asked to weigh my hand luggage I would be in a world of hurt with my small backpack weighing at least 10kg, my handbag that contained my laptop and IPad, which would have to be at least 6kg and then the freckle rug and a Buddha head in the shoulder bag that also would have been around 6kg.   Yeah-60 bucks well spent and after updating my status about the event a few people came back saying that it is pretty good when you think about all the other flights where I didn’t get pulled up.  Good point.  So after getting a receipt for the payment and my boarding pass I hightailed it out of there before they saw what else I was carrying.  They were happy and I was happy.  So on my 84th flight and my second last flight of my Odyssey I was busted for excess baggage, only the second time joining the time I was charged 45GBP for my flight from Dublin to London.  Not a bad strike rate I suppose, but also a credit to myself for my packing and travelling with stuff-right.     

There was one more passport and boarding pass check on our way up the escalators, customs and immigration was next.  I was the only one in line and I was waved over to an officer who was talking on his mobile as he stamped me out of the country.  They also had to stamp my boarding pass and as I walked away I realized I had given him my KL to Singapore boarding pass and not the Kathmandu to KL one.  So he technically stamped the wrong one.  Not thinking it was a big deal- I headed to the lounge area.  Here were the duty free shops, all 3 of them and 2 confectionary shops.  I had 245rupees burning a hole in my pocket (equivalent to 2.91AUD) and I got some lollies to suck on and I was 5rupees short for a Fanta and the cashier guy let me off.  How nice……  see things do come back around-even if it is the equivalent of 5c.  I sat down to consume my purchases as there was another security screen that had to be passed and I played some more solitaire and listened to some more tunes for another 45 minutes, before thinking I better get moving through and finally to the departure gate.  So there was a female line and a male line and once through the pat down and ready to collect my bags, the gentleman told me to take out my laptops, but I had and they were coming out of the machine, he then went back to his job and the nasty security lady asked for my boarding pass as she stamped the airline bag tags that were given to us at check in.  Well there seemed to be a massive issue that the boarding pass wasn’t stamped and she called the guy back over-he told her something in Nepali and then went back to his job again.  She then just started stamping and checking other ladies as they came through.  Um….. Hello-so I pulled out the other boarding pass to show that I did have a stamp and still nothing, so I gathered my bags and figured I would just walk off, when the guy came back and said that I had to go back to customs and get the right boarding pass stamped.  WHAT.  So I told them  was leaving all my bags with them and I walked against the flow of traffic to security, waved through, pushed in front of the queue that now had over 100 people in it and got ‘my’ guy to stamp the right pass.  Hmmmm he shouldn’t have been on the phone in the first place, but he did say sorry.  So I then made my way back to the female security line that now also had 10 women in front of me, got the pat down again, nasty security lady and finally I was given the wave through.  10m away was another security check, to make sure you had the damn stamp on the boarding pass and THEN you were finally through to the departure gates.  Talk about a security rigmarole but I made it through! 

The departure gates were busy, they were numbered but there were no boards telling you where your flight was leaving from.  There was a security guy at a table in between all the gates, so I asked where the Malaysia flights leave from and I was told gate 3.  So I entered the room, found a seat and then just watched the TV for the departing flight for that departure gate.  2 groups of people left on mass and I stalked their boarding passes as they all left and none of them were Malaysian passengers, but I figured it was time to take the tunes out and start to listen to announcements which was just as well as there was one made 15 minutes later of the gate change to my flight and we were all hoarded into a smaller room where there weren’t enough seats for all of us, so the boarding queue was automatically formed and after a further 20 minutes, security pushed past us and the boarding process began.  It was a bus boarding, and as we got closer to the exit, there were 2 lines, one for men and one for women and again we were patted down by security to be allowed to leave the building.  The bus was waiting and as my timing would have I was one of the last passengers on before the doors closed and we were driven the 300m to our plane.  Last on is great as it means you are first off.  As it was a tarmac board, we could board at the front and the rear.  Being in seat 24 I was guessing I would be closer to the rear of the plane, so without getting it checked I took the chance and it paid off.  There were 30 rows.  I had successfully bypassed the drama of boarding a plane.  As we taxied out, you could see other flights also preparing to leave.  It was busy with all the planes lined up-there were 6 other flights, no wonder it was busy at the terminal.  I was sitting on the left of the plane and without even realizing it I was to get another magnificent view of the Himalaya’s one last time and what a wonderful way to end my time in Nepal.  It was a beautiful day, the skies were clear and I got some magnificent photos, even if they were taken from my little camera.  It was a busy flight as well with not a spare seat on the flight.  We were sitting on a 737-800 with a configuration 3x3 and all buckled in for the 4hour and 25 minute flight.  Well you can guess what was for lunch-curry.  Curry chicken or curry beef-big range and I actually watched some TV on this flight with 4 episodes of Modern Family, man I love that show.  I have to get my ‘plane’ laugh on as my ‘normal’ laugh is a little scary for a confined space such as an airplane, but it makes me laugh so much.  It is probably one of the few shows I could watch again and again.

I love window seats, as you get to see some amazing cloud formations, sun reflections, sunsets, sunrises and the shades of colors ranging from the black, blues, reds, oranges and yellows.  Today was no different and probably one of the most memorable of my ‘window’ viewing experience starting with the view of the Himalaya’s and even though I was on the wrong side for the sunset, my side of the plane got a magic display of the sun’s rays bouncing off the clouds as they turned into night time and it looked like someone was shining a torch through the clouds-it is so hard to explain just how it looked, but it was amazing and I just couldn’t look away as we were moving so fast, there was always a different view.  It was dark when we arrived into Kuala Lumpur at 7.30pm.  My next flight wasn’t until 10.45pm, so I wasn’t in any rush to get off the flight, so I let everyone off and ended up being the last person off the flight.  I worked out where I was and where I had to get to and once that was established I had to catch the free airtrain to terminal D.  It is a quick 8 minute ride and once we got there; there were a lot more restaurants, duty free shops and things to do.  I saw a Burger King and with the chicken drummets in mind and the thought that of the short 45 minute flight I had coming up to Singapore and the midnight arrival, I thought I would have dinner here.  Unfortunately they didn’t have the drumettes, so with a burger and fries later I was on my way to find my new gate for my last flight of the day.  I was buggered. 

Our gate was closed when I got there, but was due to open at 9.30pm.  I took a seat further down from the entrance and played solitaire on my IPad, keeping an eye on the queue that was forming outside the gate waiting for it to open.  At 10pm, the line was increasing and I thought I better go and check what was happening and when I went down there, the queue was for the flight next door and all my passengers were inside getting ready for the boarding call.  A classic sign that you not only need to keep an eye on your fellow travelers, but make sure you are following the right ones.  The flight next door was off to Bahrain-yeah that’s not Singapore.  So I was able to bypass all the waiting people, for the other flight, rescanned and into the departure lounge where I only had to wait 10 minutes and then the flight was called and my seat row was the first one to board!  You ripper-I love getting on first and being able to store all my stuff in the overhead first and not have it taken up by people like me travelling with 3 pieces of hand luggage-well I think I deserve it, along with every other single person carrying more than they should. 

We left on time at 10.45pm for the short flight to Singapore.  There is just enough time for the hostees to serve a drink and a packet of peanuts before they come back through the cabin to collect all the rubbish and then prep the aircraft for landing.  This flight wasn’t as busy and I had the 2 seats next to me free.  It’s always the way with the short haul flights.  We were on a 737-800 aircraft again and I was in the same row I had from Kathmandu, just on the opposite side of the aircraft and the configuration was 3x3.  I had Googled where the Crown Plaza Airport Hotel was located, so I just needed to know what terminal we were flying into when we landed and I would know exactly where I was.  We arrived into Singapore at 11.50pm, and then made my way to customs.  I have a little routine now when I come into Singapore and it is generally 2 things.  I check my Facebook and email on one of the free computers throughout the terminals and with a bank of computers right near the escalators to go down to customs it is quick and easy and then I make my way down to collect my bag.  The other is getting chicken drumettes from Burger King which I didn’t think would be possible tonight with the time and being check-in side but with the time now after midnight I think I was going to be okay with that.

There weren’t too many people at customs and I only had to wait 10 minutes to get processed, which was fine as I know the airtrain runs till 2am and I also didn’t have far to travel now that I had my bag in hand.  The trolleys are free in Singapore, so after hefting the monster onto the trolley and getting waved through screening I was out and clear in Singapore.  By this time I was super happy I had made the decision to stay at the airport and as I started to make my way to the train I could see a Burger King and it was OPEN!!  Well I couldn’t pass up the drumettes, so I got a 12 pack (no fries) waited for them to get cooked and then took them with me to eat in my room once I arrived.  The Crown Plaza is linked by an internal walkway, passing 2 bars and a restaurant.  I had to catch the lift to the ground floor and then check-in to my room.  Once the formalities were done and the check-in chick managed to upgrade me to the breakfast and internet package I was told that I couldn’t take the airport trolley with me to the room.  I guess that makes sense.  So the bell boy was called and I wish I had a dollar for every face that has looked at the monster and had to lift the sucker.  I always tip anyone that has anything to do with moving my bag and tonight was no different, but he did have a hotel trolley, so it wasn’t like he had to carry it the whole way.  The hotel is actually quite nice and has a resort feel about it rather than a hotel feel.  The rooms had small entrances over bridges and I knew I was going to enjoy my 19 hours I had here.

The room was also amazing with a small sitting room, the king size bed, and a massive bathroom with a glass wall covered in frangipani’s looking out back into the sitting room.  The first thing I did was have a shower.  It actually had a wall around it, hot water and a steady flow of water for the 30 minutes I was in there.   MAGIC.   I then switched on the TV, booted up the computer, grabbed a Sprite from the fridge and then sat down to consume the 12 chicken drumettes I had bought from Burger King nearly an hour before and as disgusting as it sounds, they were delicious.   I decided to go to bed at 2.30am, as I had now paid for breakfast I had to make sure I would make it and as I set my alarm for 9am I was even too tired to think that I was ½ way home and I would be on my last plane tomorrow night to BRISBANE!!!!!


Monday, December 3, 2012

MY LAST DAY OF MY ODYSSEY


WEATHER: Cooler and 18C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Airline repacking and it all FITS

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Saying goodbye to my World Odyssey

WORD OF THE DAY: All good things must come to an end…..

So today is my last official day Bernie’s World Odyssey.
I do have 2 days travel time to get me home, but it feels sad in one instance to think that 553 days has come to an end, but I am happy to be heading home for 5 weeks and then finally getting settled in Africa, finding my feet and settling down-well for a little while at least.  I really have no idea on what to expect, where I will be in 3 months’ time, let alone in 12 months’ time and this is what I am finding most anxious about the whole thing.  I am a planner from way back-in a western world I would have a job lined up, somewhere to live and have a date that I know I would be coming back to Australia for a visit.  I have NONE of those.  I am entirely in the hands of fate, and as exciting as it sounds, it is still terrifying for me.  At the end of the day, if anything happens, I know I can be on a jet-plane and on my way home in a heartbeat if I need/want to. 

I have nothing planned today at all except dinner with Kate at 6pm.  Oh besides packing my bags and finding room for all the jewelry, Buddha heads, the 7 books I bought, my freckle mat, scarves, 4 pictures and all my things that I left at the hotel before heading out on this trip.  I also want to work on my blog and finalize my African Odyssey blog, as I am just not sure how much time I will have once I get home.  It was busy last time I was here and I had 7 weeks, how will we cope when we only have 5 weeks, my birthday and Christmas to boot.  Well we will work with what we have – it’s all we can do.  So with that said, even though I knew I should have been doing a blog, I needed a break and ended up working on my new blog for the whole day.  I didn’t eat breakfast; I was now on a mission with the blog.  Once I put my mind to something I like to just get it done and I also thought I better make use of the power supply while I still had it in my room.  I also had every other power point in use charging cameras, IPod, IPad and also my Kindle for my trip home.  No-one can say that I am not prepared that s for sure. 

The power went off at 1pm and it was a blessing in disguise for me.  It made me get off the computer and get stuck into my packing.  Looking at all my things spread on the bed, I could see it was going to be a challenge, I knew it would all fit, it was just how much it was all going to weigh and the only thing I was worried about was my freckle rug.  I am still glad I bought it, it is super cool, but I was to still work out how I would get it home.  It took me 2 hours, but I got everything packed.  The ‘monster’ of my backpack lived up to its name, with me having to let out the extension zipper to give me some extra room to play with, I have wrapped my freckle bag as tight as I could in a plastic bag, taped it together and have slid it into my Philippine eco shoulder bag and I will carry it as hand luggage along with my small backpack and my handbag.  I am going to look a little awkward but what do I care, I’m on my way home and just need to make sure that I get into the overhead luggage space first so it doesn’t go with my 2 pieces of hand luggage.  Only a few things didn’t make the cut and that was the overnight bag I bought in Phuket and I also left my Crocs that I bought in Paraguay, they were on their last legs, so I may as well leave them here.  I reckon my backpack is around the 26kg mark, it is heavy-but hopefully I will get it through the next 2 check-ins, surely I can’t get hit for excess baggage on my last legs-can I? 

I got another blog uploaded and worked on the new project till 6pm when I had to leave to meet Kate for dinner and I am so glad that we made it early as I hadn’t eaten breakfast or dinner and I was famished.  We met again at the Kathmandu Guesthouse and then made our way to K-Too which seems to be a popular place for tourists to eat and we were lucky we were early, as the night wore on the place was a hive of activity and since we were in no hurry to leave we were one of the last table to leave later on.  It is well known for its steaks, so I had one of them and it was delicious and as it was my last night we decided to share a bottle of Chilean wine and we just chatted the night away.  There are some people in this world you just click with and Kate is one of them for me.  We probably spent more time together in the 2 times we have seen each other than what we did on our South American trip.  She was very outdoorsy, hiking and riding bikes where I was NOT that way inclined, so it Has been a late friendship to bloom but I am so lucky to have spent my last night with some-one and not on my own and as we said goodbye at 10pm with a promise to keep in touch, hopefully see each other at Christmas and a hug I walked home through the deserted streets with a smile on my face.      
  
So it may not have been the most exciting day, but it ended great, my bags are packed and tomorrow I start my 33 hour journey home and I am excited about seeing the guys again on Saturday morning.  It also means I am a step closer to having to make my mind up about what I am going to do with my belongings that are in the shipping container, but that is for tomorrow-tonight I need to soak up where I have been, what I have done, the people I have been blessed to meet and with all that in mind-I went to sleep with a smile on my dial and everything else happening in my life is moot.  Zeme and I used to have a saying that there is no use getting upset about things that happened yesterday-it has passed and we just need to look forward and I am going to take his advice and what happened between us has passed and I AM going to move forward, and with my head held high. 

Goodnight from my last official day on my World Odyssey.





Friday, November 30, 2012

AND THEN THERE WAS ONE…….


….and then there was one…
I love group travel.
I love meeting people.
But I also love having some time to myself and probably even more so for these next few days as I unwind, get myself used to the thought that I am GOING HOME and I can now also start to look towards the next ‘chapter’ of my life and details that I still need to iron out.  Every time I think about going home I automatically smile.  I just can’t wait, I need to be around people I know and love-if only for 5 weeks-recharge my batteries, regroup and then back on the road again.

It was nice to not set the alarm this morning-but everyone knows when you don’t have to be up, you wake up and I was awake at 6am.  The power was still on at this point so I fired up the computer and tried to pump out a blog.  I am currently 10 days behind, which is not ideal, but I am okay with that as I can use the next few days as a catch up and I am heading home and any that I can’t finish I will have time when I get back.  I would like to think that my life is that exciting that I will blog every day at home, but it just isn’t, so this is where I will catch up on anything outstanding.

Breakfast was at 10.30am and I ate at our ‘usual’ place and I got asked this morning where my friends had gone.  They were all on their way on new adventures and I was the last woman standing.  It is a great little place for breakfast as it is outside in a small courtyard and ‘my’ table is in the sun which off sets the cool of the morning.  I bought a book with me this morning and even though the hotel has its own Wi-Fi, my hotel’s Wi-Fi connection was still in range and with a cup of tea, a great brekkie, internet and a book what else could you possibly need to kick off the day.  On my way back to the hotel I passed a jewelry shop and a necklace in the window caught my attention.  I always try and have a price in my head when I ask for prices on things, I guess it is a little game I play with myself to see how close I get to the price when I ask and it also draws an imaginary line on how much I want to pay.  That rule doesn’t always work, cause if I really like something and as long as it isn’t a crazy price, I will still pay it.  Anyway looking at the necklace I popped a price of 85USD on it and entered the shop.  The guy behind the counter was looking after the shop for his uncle, so he had to make a call and I did some bargaining via the nephew to his uncle then back to me.  It started at 135USD and I got the piece down to 90USD.  They didn’t take credit card and I didn’t have enough USD on me-well I did-but didn’t want to use them, so I told them I would come back this afternoon to pay.  It is a beautiful original piece of turquoise, coral and silver and it is a big piece and I love it. 

I spent the afternoon blogging and chillaxing till 3pm when the power went out.  So that was my sign to head out, pay for the necklace and get a late lunch.  It is really annoying just how much the power comes and goes in this country, it’s even worse than Ethiopia and that’s saying something.  From 17 January Nepal Electricity Authority increased the daily power cuts in Nepal. Life in Nepal is becoming a hassle with nine hours of power outage (called load-shedding) every day in Nepal.  Citing decrease in water levels in the rivers, Nepal Electricity Authority (NEA) increased power cuts by two more hours from the existing seven-hours a day power outage schedule.  In the tourist area of Thamel, where we are, there is 4 to 5 hours of power outage in the morning and 4 to 5 hours of power outage late afternoon and evening every single day. So there is basically only 3 to 4 hours of electricity during the daytime in Thamel which makes life for everybody miserable.  It doesn’t seem to affect the food as they cook on burners and there are generators that keep the country moving, especially at night when you need lights.  It’s not so much the internet connections but the difficulty is recharging cameras, mobile phones and laptops.  I guess if you live here you just get used to it and are prepared when the power comes on.  The bad news is that power outage will soon increase further to 12 hours daily or more. Nepal cannot generate enough power and the power shortage will last for many years to come as no big hydro power station is being built at the moment due to unfriendly investment policies, strikes, labor problems and corruption at every stage of a new project.  Nepal faced power cuts of up to 18 hours a day during the dry season (February to June) last year.  Imagine that!!!!

When I walked back to the shop the uncle was in and I told him that I was here to collect a necklace from this morning and he went to the window and pulled it out.  They had put it back out the front to see!!!  Lucky no-one else came along to buy it-I would have been devastated!  He told me what a great buy I had and he did it as it was Diwali and is good luck to be nice to strangers.  Diwali is popularly known as the "festival of lights," is a five day festival which starts on Dhanteras, the thirteenth lunar day of Krishna paksha (dark fortnight) of the Hindu calendar month Ashwin and ends on Bhaubeej, celebrated on second lunar day of Shukla paksha (bright fortnight) of the Hindu calendar month Kartik. In the Gregorian calendar, Diwali falls between mid-October and mid-November. Diwali is an official holiday in India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Myanmar, Mauritius, Guyana, Trinidad & Tobago, Suriname, Malaysia, Singapore and Fiji.  For Hindus, Diwali is one of the most important festivals of the year and is celebrated in families by performing traditional activities together in their homes.  Diwali involves the lighting of small clay lamps filled with oil to signify the triumph of good over evil.  These lamps are kept on during the night and one's house is cleaned, both done in order to make the goddess Lakshmi feel welcome.  Firecrackers are burst because it is believed that it drives away evil spirits. During Diwali, all the celebrants wear new clothes and share sweets and snacks with family members and friends.

I decided to have Mexican for lunch.  I told you I am so OVER Nepalese food!  As I ate I could see a magnificent painting of Buddha at one of the nearby shops.  It was massive.  It would have been 2mx2m and I did my price thing and I was thinking I would pay 150-200USD for it.  It a beautiful black and white of his face on the side.  So after lunch I went in and asked the cost of the picture and you could have knocked me down with a feather-it was 2500USD.  I must have looked shocked and I asked 3 rimes that it was 2500 U.S dollars, U.S dollars-can I check that is US dollars.  He did say that there was a sale on we could take 20% off that.  Oh well- that makes it look much better at 2000USD.  NOT.  Well it was a beautiful picture and one that I will just have to lock away in my memory.  Seriously….2000USD….  Crazy.  While I was in the shopping mood- I couldn’t stop thinking about the ‘freckle’ rug from yesterday, so I stopped there on my way back to the hotel to make the purchase, I hope it looked as good as I remembered yesterday.  The shop owner remembered me and I had a choice of 2 and they still looked amazing.  He didn’t have a Visa terminal but his uncle had a shop around the corner, so we walked there and his uncle’s shop was a pashmina shop.  There were some beautiful ones on displays and when I asked the price it was only 14USD so I added that to my bill too-I wonder if that scam works every time and how many people walk out without buying one.  I believe I got sucked in-oh well it was beautiful…. And another thing I am going to have to find room for in my bag.  I stopped off at a bead store and walked out with 5 necklaces… talk about having a shopping day today.

I was back at the hotel at 7pm and then blogged again and watched TV.  I have started to get addicted to the TV show Revenge, so with a few episodes of that, blogging at chatting to people on Facebook I decided to pass on dinner as I had such a late lunch and Kate and I also hooked up online and have made a date to meet tomorrow night for dinner, which will be nice for me as it is my very last night of my World Odyssey so it will be nice to share it with someone and not on my own.       


Thursday, November 29, 2012

A DAY AT PATAN



WEATHER: Glorious and 21C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Patan

BUMMER OF THE DAY: The power supply is annoying

WORD OF THE DAY: Bargains

…and then there were 2.

John and I were the 2 last standing and he leaves tonight-home.  So we decided to use the day to head out to Patan, around a 20 minute drive from Thamel and have a look around there.  We met for breakfast at 9am at our ‘usual’ place the Florid Hotel and it felt strange, the first day we ate there, there were 6 of us, then the next morning there was 4 and this morning there were 2.  I will probably get asked tomorrow when I turn up on my own tomorrow where all my friends have gone…..  John and I get along great.  It is funny when you travel with people for 2 weeks how you get to know and experience things with people that will either make you good friends, or just become travel buddies that will pass in the night.  John is probably one of the smartest people I know and I have only used that line one other time on my trip and that was my ‘tentie’ in Africa for 6 weeks-Lisa.  There are people that seem to know a lot of things without seeming like a know it all and John Boy is one of them.  It was nice to have an intelligent conversation and given some thought to what I was saying and I knew that we were going to have a nice day.

My World Odyssey blog came up in conversation and I was in a quandary on whether I continue the blog once I depart Australia in December or to start a new one, as I am not directly going to Africa from home-I have 2 weeks in the UK.  But John made a good point that this is the end of my ‘World Odyssey’-no matter what, this is the end of the line for this magnificent journey that I have travelled for the last 20 months.  And what he said made sense.  Nepal was my last country, this tour my last tour-but only of this World Odyssey.  I am a traveler, I will continue to travel, no matter where I lay my hat and call home and as JB pointed out there is a beginning, a middle and an ending to every good novel and it is time to lay this ‘novel’ to rest and to start a new book.  Not a new chapter, a new book, and I don’t think that the other blog I had set up-Bernie’s Ethiopian Odyssey-was going to cut the mustard.  As I am now not tied to staying in Ethiopia, that blog really isn’t that universal should my circumstances change and I find myself in another African country.  I can now keep my options open and I really have to put my future in the hands of fate and just see where I will land eventually.  All I know 100% is that I will be in Africa-I am 150% committed to making this work and I know I will-it is just a matter of time and patience and opportunities that I am yet to see.  So I am going to make a new blog and call it Bernie’s African Odyssey and this will be the start of my new ‘novel’.  I like the way that they are all connected by their names and my Ethiopian Odyssey won’t go to waste as it has documented my last 3 visits and the 2 months that I spent in that amazing country in total.  So I have given myself a new job in the next few days should I need a break from writing my blog. 

I have had a lot of people tell me I could write books, publish my blog, get a job writing-all of which I am not sure of. I enjoy writing and if you look at books like Eat, Pray, Love there is room for books like that in the market.  But now that I am at the end of my journey I asked myself what was MY Eat, Pray, Love of my trip and I came up with the following:
My Eat: was Morocco.  I loved the Moroccan food and I ate lamb kofta out of tagines every day of my 3 weeks I was in the country.  Add a camel burger to that and some shisha-it really rates highly on my gourmet list of the trip. 
My Pray: had to be Sri Lanka and my introduction to Buddhism-what an impact that made to my way of thinking of things and looking at the world and was a huge influence on my tattoo that I got in Nepal of the Buddhist Wheel of Life…..
My Love: Obviously was Ethiopia.  Even though things didn’t work out it was a big thing in my life that I will never forget.  I could change that to Africa, as Zeme wasn’t my only Africa love.  I had met someone prior to him that still means a lot to me-so I think I may say Africa rather than Ethiopia-either way both relationships changed me.  I never knew that they could be like that- and both made me a better person.    

Anyway it was time to start our day.  There were always taxi’s located out the front of the hotel and we knew that the fare would be around 400rupee so we asked the price and were told the 400 price and JB wanted to try and get it cheaper, so we walked to the main road and tried out luck there.  We were told the same price and JB decided to just accept the price and we bundled in and headed to Patan.  Patan is one of the major cities of Nepal located in the south-central part of Kathmandu Valley. It is best known for its rich cultural heritage, particularly its tradition of arts and crafts.  Patan is situated on the elevated tract of land in Kathmandu Valley on the south side of the Bagmati River, which separates it from the City of Kathmandu on the northern and western side.  It is among the largest cities in the country, along with Kathmandu and Pokhara.  The city has an area of 15.43 square kilometers and is divided into 22 Municipal wards.  Lalitpur is believed to have been founded in the third century B.C. by the Kirat dynasty and later expanded by Licchavis in the sixth century. It was further expanded by the Mallas during the medieval period.  The city was initially designed in the shape of the Buddhist Dharma-Chakra (Wheel of Righteousness). 

The traffic was slow, but after 30 minutes we were dropped off at the main section of the city at Patan Durbar Square.  Durbar Square is the Palace Square of Patan.  Approaching the square from the south end you have the palace on your right and a series of temples on your left.  The Palace was built on the site of a fort that stood until 1734 and served as the residence of the Malla rulers of the then Patan state. It is divided up into a succession of courtyards (or “chowks”). Unfortunately only the last of these on the right (which houses the museum) is open on a regular basis, due to problems with theft of artifacts. Try peering through cracks in the doors to see what you are missing! The first palace building is Sundari Chowk which was constructed in 1647. The three-story temple on the palace side is the Degutale temple, constructed in 1661 after an earlier one burned down. Mul Chowk was the central part of the old palace and in recent times has suffered much theft of ornamental woodwork.

There were tourist police here and this was also where the ticket booth was located to pay our entrance fee.  It is a little strange with the payment as it is not fenced off, so you could bypass paying the entrance fee and take the risk of getting caught-which I am not sure what the consequences would be.  Once you paid, they gave you an entrance ticket and a yellow pass that you wore around your neck to let the ‘checkers’ know that you had paid.  I decided to just pop mine in my bag as I already had my camera around my neck and didn’t want anything else at that point.  As soon as we had paid, there were guides that started to tell you about what you were looking at.  Being a savvy traveler nothing comes for free and after quickly the price for him and checking with John we decided to say no thanks to the guide and just do our own thing.  This guide was persistent though, he had the ‘official’ badge, and he was standing next to the tourist police, so he seemed above board, but he just didn’t seem to gel with us and we tried to ditch him as he followed us into the first stop-the second palace.  The guide stayed near the entrance as we entered to have a look around.  The palace's central courtyard, Mul Chowk, is the largest and oldest of the palace's three main chowks (squares).  Two stone lions guard the entrance to the courtyard, which was built by Siddhinarsingh Malla, destroyed in a fire in 1662 and rebuilt by Srinivasa Malla in 1665-66. At the center of the courtyard stands the small, gilded Bidya Temple.  The doorway to the Shrine of Taleju or Taleju Bhawani, on the southern side of the courtyard, is flanked by the statues of the river goddesses Ganga, on a tortoise, and Jamuna, on a carved makura (mythical crocodile).  We were half way round the courtyard when we were approached by another guide and he was so nice.  He asked where we were from and we told him Australia, and he told us he has family studying at a university in Newcastle and he seemed legit, so we decided to take on a guide to which I felt super bad as the other guy was still standing at the entrance watching us.  I felt like such a heel, and I mentioned this to our guide and he walked over, said something to the first dude and then he disappeared.  So that made me feel a little better-no idea what was said-maybe they made a deal, either way I didn’t have to keep looking over my shoulder and feeling like I had done something wrong. 

Out of 295 Vihars and Bahils of the valley 56% of them are in Patan. The water conduits, stone spouts, Jaladroni (water tanks), artistic gate ways, Hindu temples and Buddhist Vihars adorn the city. The inbuilt cultural heritage like the royal palace, with intricately carved doors and windows and beautiful courtyards adorned with exquisite icons enhance the beauty of the city. Such art pieces are found in stone, metal, terracotta ivory and other objects. All these artifacts exhibit artistic excellence of the craftsmen and the whole city looks like an open museum.  There is a confusing array of temples and other interesting items on the left-hand side of the square. Again, walking from the south end of the square, you also see: the octagonal stone Krishna temple, constructed in 1647, a huge bell that dates back to 1737 and is still rung once a year, the Shankar Narayan temple, with kneeling stone elephants in front, two smaller temples dedicated to Vishnu, dating back to 1590 and 1652, the oldest temple in the complex, dating back to 1566, a stone temple to Krishna, considered to be a masterpiece, with some amazing stonework, the Vishwanath temple, with two stone elephants and riders in front and the Bhimsen temple, constructed in 1680 but with more recent marble additions.
               
Patan is renowned as a very artistic city and this was shown with a small market of about 7 super long tables and it was like an Aladdin’s cave of antique items, sculptures, pieces and jewelry.  I saw a beautiful turquoise and coral Buddha head and when I asked the price it was 8,000rupees which is like 95USD. it was beautiful and it was something I hadn’t seen anywhere else in the last 2 weeks.  I told the guy I would think about it, as we still had our guide with us and I could come back and shop after our little tour was finished.  We left the main square for our last stop.  The Golden Temple. 

This beautiful temple is an unusual Buddhist monastery situated north of Durbar Square. Legend has it that the Golden Temple was founded during the 12th Century.  Patan's Golden Temple is unassuming from the outside and majestic on the inside, with stone gates produced by the silakars whose descendants can still be seen working in the woodcarving industry.  Throughout the architecture and design, faith can be seen running through the rectangular building standing in support of three roofs encapsulating the richness and wealth donated to the temple with images of Buddha, Avalokiteswar, shrines and sacred spots where pilgrims can stop and pay homage to the many great teachers and martyrs. At the entrance to the old Temple lies a clock tower with four large gateways. The Golden Temple's doors stand wide open, symbolizing the acceptance of all religions, walks of life and faith in accordance with the poem written by Jaap Sahib’s prayer:  “The almighty has no country, no traditional costume, no mark, no form and favors no one in particular. The almighty is present in every place, on every side and in every corner; this universal love exists everywhere”. It is hard to believe that with all the peaceful serenity felt all around that history could have set this as the site for bloodshed most awful at the steps of this holy temple.  It is the interior of this building that one finds themselves transported into a whole new world. From the white marble walls to the beautiful marble inlays designed intricately onto the pavement floor framing the tank. You can view the love and respect of many pilgrims as they wash their feet and perform a clockwise ‘parikrama’, a processional walk that takes them around this beautifully surrounded tank. Within this tank lies the magnificent Golden temple described as a ‘jeweled casket’ floating in the amrit (the water of immortality), and believed that should the waters of the philosophy of faith be ingested a promise of life eternal is his alone. The waters of amrit are legendary because of its healing powers, vitality and health given to those who believe.  The Golden Temple was founded during the faith of Guru Arian Dev, becoming of great worth to the Sikh people mainly due to being the resting place for the original Guru Sahib. In the Nepalese Temple is a holy book holding over 7,000 hymns. Interestingly, the writers of this holy book are made up of Gurus and saints of different religions and social classes.  It was really beautiful and I love seeing the prayer wheels here in Nepal. 

This concluded our hour tour and because we had asked the price form the first guy, we just paid that and tipped him a further 100 rupees and then we were left again to our own devices.  JB had the Lonely Planet, so we sat down outside some shops and had a flip through that to see if there was anything else we wanted to see that hadn’t been on the tour.  We looked at the zoo, but it was on the other side of the city, and even though it said that the zoo was in better condition than what you would expect, I was not sure I would be up to see the animals in a semi healthy environment.  Now if they had sloth bears, I think we would have been there in a flash.  The last zoo I went to was in Addis Ababa, and that was really badly maintained and I didn’t enjoy my experience there at all.  The lions were in pens the size of a living room and the monkeys were trying to drink out of cans and water bottles that had been thrown into their cages.  Ugggghhhhh I just cringe thinking about it again.  While JB flipped through the book, I took a look in the jewelry shop as I was still on the hunt for a silver bangle and as fate would have it I found one that I loved and got him down from 120 bucks to 75 bucks.  He told me it is silver and at the end of the day you just have to believe them, it certainly looked to be in better shape than the ones I had seen earlier at the market.  The market ones look like the ‘fakes’ but you also pay a ‘fake’ price.  But at the end of the day, if I am happy with what I paid, it makes no difference if he has ripped me off or not and I walked out with a smile on my face and a new bangle on my arm, well actually 2, I also bought a cheaper one that had Nepali written on it as a nice keepsake. 

We were really undecided what to do but we were thirsty, so we headed back to the main square in the hunt for a place to sit and rest the feet while we decided what we were going to do.  This was my opportunity to have a better look at the small market and it is so hard to explain the kind of stuff they have on their tables but I love it.  It is like a massive Pandora box that some-one has opened and you just need to look and shift through things till you see that ‘one’ item that stands out and that you just HAVE to have.  Well it is never just ‘one’ item at places like these and after purchasing 5 things which I totally love we found a café that over looked the square and we headed up the 3 flights of stairs to get to the roof top, found seats that had a great view and then the one drink turned into lunch and 2.5 hours later, we paid out bill and headed back to the square.  We were on our way home-I stopped again to look at this turquoise Buddha head and the seller remembered me and then the bargaining was on.  As mentioned in previous blogs, I have found that the Nepalese aren’t big for bargaining.  I can count numerous times I have asked a price, raided my eyebrows but still shown interest in the piece and then that go back to work.  They don’t care-that’s the price-that’s what you pay.  Today has seemed a little different and I am not sure if it is because I have JB in tow today, but I got the seller down to 3500rupees which was like 42USD and I was a happy camper, it really is beautiful and I always try and buy one nice piece and this was worth the 40 bucks.  I have looked at 100’s of Buddha’s the last 3 weeks and this was the winner winner.  I had to borrow some money from JB, but I will pay this back once we got back to Thamel from an ATM machine.   

We made it back to where were dropped this morning and saw that there was a great view point on the opposite side of the road from a small temple.  So we climbed up there and it gave a great view looking back to Patan Durbar Square, the traffic that was directly below us and then we could see up the lane where there were hundreds of people all walking, sellers selling flowers and paints for the Diwali Festival that was starting tomorrow.  It was New Year’s Eve hype as people bought all the things they needed for the celebration.  Walking is the easiest method of transportation within the city as the city core is densely populated. Since pedestrians and vehicles often have to share the same road, traffic congestion is a major problem in Patan and this could be seen from our vantage point.  We watched the chaos for around 25 minutes and then went back to the main road, the car park of traffic and got a taxi back to Thamel.  The noise, the people, the sheer craziness of today was insane and the traffic was also slow taking us 40 minutes to get back to the hotel.  It was perfect timing though as some dark clouds had rolled in and as we got to the hotel the heavens had opened up and it started to rain.  It is amazing how much the weather has changed from when we were here 3 weeks ago as they head into winter here in Nepal.  We were lucky to have the sun in the morning and back to the hotel at 3.30pm for some cover for 30 minutes as we re-grouped and decided to head to Pilgrims (the magnificent bookshop) and have another look around there to help kill some of JB’s time.    

It was still raining when we left again and I didn’t think to bring my wet jacket or my umbrella, so we dashed the streets and made it with just some wet hair and a spray on the clothes.  The streets were deserted though with a lot of people staying out of the rain which I could understand as it really had turned quite cold.  The bookshop was a warm haven and we spent over an hour in here as we looked through all the section of the store.  They also sold postcards, quote books, there was a section of souvenirs, a section on jewelry and any book category you could think of was here in this shop covering western writings, travel, a Nepal section, religions for all over the world, children’s books in English and Nepalese, traditional cooking, the arts and that is to just name a few.  They also have a café attached out the back of the shop, so we stopped there for a tea to warm up over a plate of pokora’s to share to tide us over till dinner time.  What a wonderful way to spend a rainy afternoon.  As my interest for Buddhism has been awakened I had bought 5 books on certain aspects of the religion to take home with me.  I am not thinking of becoming Buddhist, but I enjoy some of the stories and the teachings and philosophy on life that I am willing to add the extra 5kg of books that I bought yesterday to my luggage and just hope that everything will fit into my bags when I go to pack in a few days’ time. 

Dinner was Italian tonight just for something different.  It was a delicious meal and just as we were getting ready to leave there was a parade coming down the street that had over a 100 people, maybe more, all carrying candles as part of the Diwali celebrations.  As we were on the 2nd floor of the building, we had a great view as the parade passed us and the traffic mounted as they had to wait for it to move on.  The Nepalese are not the most patient of drivers and as soon as 90% of then people had passed the bikes started to merge in with the people to get the traffic flowing again.  We waited a few minutes as well and waiting for the swarm of people to pass, but when we made it back to street level, we caught up to the parade and were surround by local people, tourists, motorbikes and the parade of people as we all pushed forward to our own agenda’s.  We passed a small lane and JB pulled me out of the throng of people and said that the small shop that went too yesterday and bought some finger puppets was down there.  I thought that would be a great gift idea for the girls and met the owner of the small shop while we were there.  He had some amazing items that were all hand made out of 100% wool.  I saw this amazing rug hanging on the wall made up of over 100 small wool balls about the size of small bouncy balls.  The rug looked like a massive chocolate freckle but it was 1.5mx1.5m.  How the hell would I get that home?  They offered postage that would cost 60USD, which I knew was a fair price as Jess had sent a package home the day before and it was around that price-but I wasn’t totally ready to commit to the large purchase, so I said I would think on it and I would come back tomorrow.  But I did leave the shop with 10 animal finger puppets which I am sure the girls will love.  I have been a little remiss sending them postcards and presents on this section of the trip-so hopefully these will make up for it. 

Back to the hotel and it was time for JB to head to the airport.  The power was off at the hotel ‘again’ and I am totally glad I am not on the 5th floor again, not that I am using the lift here in the hotel based on all the power cuts they do have but based on that surely they have a way of getting people out easily as it happens all the time.  Well I am not going to test that theory.  The good thing is there are emergency lights that come on in the room at night that must be generator based, so you are not totally in the dark with a bathroom light and one in the room.  JB didn’t need the rupee’s back that I had borrowed, so I got his bank account details from him and said when the power returns I would transfer the money to his account direct.  So with a hug and a thanks for a great day, JB headed for his flight home and then there was ONE.

I still had 2 more days to relax, a was going to try and see Kate for another dinner before leaving and I also needed to repack my bag for airline travel over the next few days.  Even though I would have killed to have been home straight after the tour, I am glad I had these few days to shop, relax and reflect on what were my last few days of my World Odyssey.  I am still not sure how I feel about that whole emotion just yet, I am not sure I want to deal with it till I am on my last flight home on Friday night.  But what a journey it has been, a life changing experience in so many ways and that will always be with me no matter what else happens in my life.