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Bulgaria: No government, no problem.

I dont think anyone even noticed...

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So Iain and I are currently cooking breakfasts and dinners for 20 people in Samokov, Bulgaria.
Twenty British tourists that seem to be completely unaware that they are in Bulgaria, not a Hilton Hotel in London. If I wasn’t essentially working for them they would be nice, bubbly fun people however because I am ‘trying to please you master’ with an Igor hunchback and limp, they are a little special. And not the good kind of, 2 for 1 deal, 99 cents special at the Warehouse on Boxing day special. Like, look-at-yourself-in-the-mirror, what-is-wrong-with-you type special.

I will restrict myself to one rant about their parenting. People with kids are always so precious about people without kids judging their parenting techniques, however in this case it is completely necessary. Whilst cooking a three course meal with 2 options for each course, I was informed by one of the mothers that her son could not eat any of the 6 options on the menu as he will not eat any wet food. Yes you heard me, no wet food. WET FOOD.
Whilst explaining this to our boss here, he said…
‘Oh yep I get it, no wheat that makes sense.’
‘No not wheat’, I replied,
I then spelt it out to him, W… E… T…
He then repeated, ‘Yeah wheat I get it.’
(Hmmm… I would like to blame the kiwi accent on this one, however it is not justified when you spell the three letter word as well).
Anyway, back to the child of the dries. I looked at him with a face that tried to hide the distain, horror and hilarity of this comment, and said ‘so, you eat cornflakes?’ His mother did not seem to be amused by my apparent confusion. Saying that, as the week has gone on, she does not seem to show amusement for anything.

I’m sorry but who spends 13 years of their life empowering their child to make decisions like that? Crikey, if I pulled that growing up, I would have been laughed all the way to my room with no dinner. Then probably woken up to soup being poured down my throat. The whole family has one issue, after another with food, one wouldn’t have scrambled eggs, cause they couldn’t see the yolk separated from the white, one had to leave the room gagging because the steamed trout was served with a head and tail and dry food boy has eaten plain pasta and grated cheese all week. I wanted to tell him that I could make the pasta extra dry and not cook it at all, but his mother seems to be one eating phobia away from schiz-ing out and throwing the food across the table.

Since we have been here, it has been pretty big days, as there is such a big group in, once mid terms are over it should be a little quieter, however in the mean time we serve a cooked breakfast and three course dinner every night. Every second day we tend to go up the hill and ride, but these clients are pretty tiring so we will look at getting out more when we are not so physically exhausted. I don’t feel like we are missing much unlike other places we have been to. During the rest of our travels a day-off (or chill out day) have been few and far between, there are just too many things to do and see. However, Bulgaria has been an exception. It is an interesting place, one that is worth a visit, but long term? I don’t know; get back to me in a month. We have been here for seven days and I have seen the sun once, I even took a photo of it. I think the greyness is God’s judgement on the former communist regime. It is dreary and grey, as are the people. Iain and I went to the supermarket the other day and some kid came up to us begging. Iain turned to me and said, ‘Do we really look like tourists?’ My reply was yes, and you know why? Because we were the only ones wearing colours.

The only time it has really been ‘pretty’ outside was when it snowed on the ground in Samokov. It covered all of the mud, rubbish and kept the people and guard dogs inside. We have a gypsy camp down the road, which we have to drive through to get home. One of the first days we were here we drove through, and there was three men standing around an open bonfire with a whole lot of dogs standing around them. I wish I had my camera, because it is a sight that is now etched only in my memory. The only way I can describe it is if you imagine a scene somewhere between a nuclear holocaust wasteland, a Zombie apocalypse and an edgy music video.

Through all of this, it’s a pretty sweet gig. We have the days to go off and ride a hill that costs us the equivalent of $24 NZD for the afternoon. Its not massive, but its fun to play around and generally sits above the perpetual greyness. Definitely enough to refine the skills and because most people stay on-piste, its great for fresh lines. The other great thing is, most people come for package 1 week holidays, so it is a pretty consistent crowd all taking lessons everyday (because it is so cheap), that they will never get to the black slopes, only red’s closer to the end of the week.

Bulgaria seems to be the first place where I have felt united with Australians. Previous to this country, Ozzies have been the bane of my existence, we are constantly mistaken for them, they often set a bad example for other southern hemisphere countries, and they are just so gosh darn loud. However, for the first time, in a really long time, I heard a ‘Straylian accent and was drawn to it. It may have been the free drinks they were offering, but none the less, in a place like Bulgaria it is nice to meet fellow ANZAC’s going through a similar experience.
(Even if we had to pay for our drinks 6 giant beers might cost $10 Lev ($6NZD) you could get one pint at the Occiental for that.) Anyway…we talked about Hamish and Andy, Ghost chips and British tourist experiences. We introduced them to ‘Safer communities together’ and ‘Food in a Nek Minit’ and they enlightened us to hilarious Australian drunk drivers being interrogated by the police. It was a very pleasant evening, until I lost my gloves, broke my snowboard helmet (again) and had to run to the bus. Standard Kayleigh. 18 months on the road, and nothings changed. Hold on, I guess it has… I didn’t break myself...yet.

Posted by kayles 03:24 Archived in Bulgaria Comments (0)

Euro-trip! Mi scusi, mi scusi.

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Since we last spoke, Iain, myself and the matchbox car have done a few miles. For the majority of the time the matchbox car had very little windscreen to use, making the trip a little like a game of hide-and-seek with the road. But I guess that’s what happens when you are too tight to pay for anti-freeze window cleaner. Why won’t my budget water option work at minus 8! I also want my window wipers not too freeze to the windscreen, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers. This is basically what we are now, beggars. This is evident from the fact I am currently typing this update on a £19 flight from Milan to Sofia, Bulgaria.

For people who are now essentially slumming it, we have had a pretty fun last couple of weeks. From Thun (where I think I last left you), we have spent a night just outside Zurich, 2 days in Munich, a night in Garmish, and three nights in Lake Garda, where we did day trips to Verona and Venice (on NZ Valentines day and EU Valentines day respectively… no big deal).

Our drive from Zurich to Munich was an interesting one, the GPS said it would take us 3.5 hours. No problems Iain said, like a drive from Taupo to Auckland. Yeah, good Tui billboard. It turned into a drive from Taupo to Whangaparaoa on a holiday weekend. I guess it may have taken the expected time, if we weren’t driving on an ice skating rink. It took the 3.5 hours to just get to the Lustenau on the boarder of Austria. Look it up on the map, its not that far. Once we got into Austria we thought that it would be better, wrong again. The roads were still crazy full, crazy slippery and now we had trucks sliding backwards down the inside lane back into the traffic. My only desire for Austrian antics was to spin merrily and uncontrollably in a field of green singing ‘the hills are alive’, however there was none of that. The insane amounts of snow, limited visibility (even with being able to see (briefly) through the window) and continuous blizzard meant that Austria was bi-passed until another time. When we left Switzerland it was sunny, when we arrived in Italy it was sunny. Austria = grey and desolate. To be honest without evidence to the contradictory I am under the impression that Austria is the Hamilton of Europe.

The only plus side of this adventure was I got to see a van full of children that looked like a cross between the Von Trapp family and the Children of the Corn, who were dressed in outfits that wouldn’t have been out of place in a made for TV movie ‘Little house on the Austrian prairie’. I decided they must be a travelling family band. You can guess how long we sat alongside this family… I had a lot of time to think about this.

Southern Germany and Switzerland were great though, full of culture, oompa bands, joviality and free cigarettes. New Zealand gets Red Bull girls, Germany gets cancer stick girls. Free smokes aside, we have been pretty lucky to unexpectedly plan our travel around Carnival season. For those who haven’t experienced a Guggenmusic festival you are missing out. Imagine American high school bands got old, moved to Europe, drank a lot of beer, and lost all the lame woodwind instruments in the process. They basically dress up and have brass instrument battles of awesome music, while everyone stands around drinking in the street on a Friday morning.

For the first time in a while we were in a city that other tourists were in. It was a bit weird. When you travel in the off-season most of your time is spent spotting the tourists, not trying to avoid them. But Munich had a few tourists spotted around which was nice. It makes for great games of ‘Who’s got the better deal?’ Anyone that knows us well has been introduced to this terribly judgemental game. I’m not going to introduce the rest of you to it. I think the world is a bad enough place.

Even though my limited German vocabulary was tested in Switzerland, it was nice to see a wee bit had lodged itself into my brain for Munich. My fifth form German teacher Miss Single (a hilariously accurate name for her) would be so proud to know I could make my way um die ecke (round the corner), to the Hauptbahnhof (main train station) with a pomme frites mit mayonnaise (come on, that one is easy). Other than that I spent most of my time wandering the streets of Munich wishing I didn’t spend my whole time harassing the girl who sat in front of me in class and cheating on the daily vocab test. Hindsight is a beautiful thing.

After Munich we headed back to Italy and spent three nights in Lake Garda between Milan and Verona, a beautiful spot surrounded by mountains and water, and definitely worth venturing to in summer, winter on the other hand was a little chilly. Whilst based in Garda we ventured on a day trip to Verona. In case it didn't come to you immediately, Verona is the setting of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. A work of fiction, yes, however it is based apparently on a couple in the cities past. There was romance everywhere in this city, especially considering we were there the day before Valentines day. However in my opinion regarding one particular tradition, the romance extends just a little too far. The most popular tourist spot in the city is the balcony of the famous Shakespeare scene. When entering the Capulet garden to view the balcony, there is a tradition to put a piece of gum on the archway that leads to it. The gum is in the shape of a heart mind you. But I’m not sure if this is considered romantic, or just a little gross.

Valentines day was spent in Venice. Men reading this - if your Mrs, was originally happy with the half eaten box of chocolates you gave her on Feb. 14th reading that Iain and I celebrating it in Venice, may lead to you a late night trip to the Shell station to buy a couple of roses to make up for it. Venice was incredible, everything I had imagined it would be. It helped too that it was beautiful and sunny. It has been a few months since we got to bask in the sun, made especially nice considering it was enjoyed whilst drinking on the waterfront of one of Europe’s best cities. You have to be prepared when heading to Venice that you will spend way too much for everything. So if you go with that mindset, the city is fun. We ate pizza from a shop window on the waterfront, we sat under monuments and ate gelato, and enjoyed the people watching. It was a wonderful day out. We didn’t do all of the touristy things, as our budget is now a little on the tighter side (re: choo-choo-poor-train). Nevertheless it was a fun excursion, bookended by a rollercoaster on Italian motorways.

We are now heading to one of our final adventures before heading home, but what an adventure it will be. We are a little unsure of what we are heading too in the Bulgarian wilderness, but as the cool kids say, YOLO.

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Frogs and neutrality

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We are currently living in a snow globe. Today the biggest wafting snowflakes we have ever seen have been falling from the sky. We are in Switzerland staying with a friend we met while we were living in Canada. She lives just outside of Bern (the capital) and although we are enjoying the Swiss architecture and history, I’ve got to admin we are mostly enjoying the cheese and chocolates.

It has been a while since we last chatted, so let’s backtrack a bit. After Italy, we spent a week in Tignes in the French Alps with a friend that Iain and I used to serve with in the Navy. He is ex-Navy, and us… well, we are trying to be ex-Navy. It has been a long and drawn out process, I feel bad for the person that has taken our release under his wing. It has been one administrative hurdle after another and now they want us to get a medical examination before our release date. Yep, our release date is 8 Feb. The thing is, it is unlikely we are going to be in an English-speaking place until… basically when we arrive back on NZ soil. So to take into consideration the extra charges to have an English-speaking doctor… in tourist areas, and conduct the bizarre tests the Navy require is more of a drama than originally conceived, and the costs of these can only be imagined as exorbitant. Switzerland is the most expensive country in Europe, and I don’t know if you are aware, going to the doctor is not the cheapest exercise. But it’s ok, because the Navy will pay for it… hold on? They won’t pay Iain for his Long Leave, they won’t pay anyone else any extra skill factors and all the other perks cut but they will fork out for me to be felt up by some English muttering Swiss man… or god forbid a Bulgarian man… hmmmm…. To top it off, the other morning we were told that if we didn’t get it done, our pay would be stopped on our release date if we hadn’t completed it. Wow – plot spoiler! We are on ‘Leave without pay’ – the key is in the last 2 words…. I haven’t been paid since Dec 2011! Grrr.

Anyway, paperwork aside, the last couple of weeks have been really nice. We have moved on from travelling for the museums and the churches and are now travelling from friend to friend. It’s been nice to spend time sharing and discussing your travel experiences with people that understand the point of view you have. Sitting down and discussing the qualities of French coffee, whilst reminiscing about Wellington cafes is a pretty good way to spend a Sunday morning.

In Tignes we caught up with Jamie. It is an awesome little spot, filled with Brit holidaymakers pronouncing it Tig-ness (it’s actually pronounced Tiene). Fun people though, and the best part was most of them liked to stay on-piste, leaving the trees and the powder for us!

After leaving Tignes, we got on the road to Morzine – another French ski resort a little further North. This was a hilarious morning. Even though we had dug out our car 3 times during the week, there was still about 30cms of snow on top when we planned to leave. This was compounded by the fact that the car next door to us had emptied their car load of snow essentially on top of our little matchbox. A thought crossed my mind halfway through digging, that I bloody hope this is where we parked the car. How lame would it be if you dug out someone else’s?! We were in luck though, because almost everyone that had been in our chalet were currently in the same process of extracting their own cars. This meant there were plenty of people to dig, and push, and wipe and laugh (when people fell over), and shake heads in disapproval (when I realised gumboots would have been a much better option than my chucks of the same colour). So, with a snowboard bootlace keeping our chains on, (luckily we only had to go about 10 km’s) we were off again on more adventures.

A slow but beautiful drive later we arrived in Morzine, to visit Alice, a friend from Wellington days. We stayed with a Brit family that spend their winters in Morzine. The system that we are travelling with at the moment is called airbnb (www.airbnb.com). If you haven’t seen it, look it up, it’s pretty cool. Essentially, it’s normal people (well the ones we have met so far!) that rent out a room in their house, or their whole house, to people via the site. It means that you can stay very cheaply and meet people from the area. For those who know of the couch-surfing process, it’s similar except that you pay, and therefore expect a slightly better standard of accommodation. So far we have had lots of fun, met lots of nice people, and saved a lot of money. If you have a spare room in your house, it would be a good way to make a few extra pingas. Let me know if you are keen and I will ‘invite’ you (and claim the cash reward).

Morzine was great, we had a huge powder dump the night before we headed up the hill. This place had 207 lifts! Yep you read that right… I am almost certain we would only have half that many in the whole of NZ. Crazy, we snowboarded all the way to Switzerland, jokes on you Swiss… I didn’t take my passport.

From Morzine we are now in Thun, Switzerland with Maddie. She lives in a postcard-perfect typical Swiss building about 40 minutes from the capital Bern. It is a beautiful area, surrounded by mountains, lakes and history. I can see why this would be a next step location for someone that lived in Lake Louise. We have experienced all the things you should do when in Switzerland – an almost fondue fire, snow and getting your fingers pinched while trying to operate a Swiss Army knife.

Yesterday we went on the most epic sled track ever imaginable. It takes an hour or so to get from top to bottom, the gondola that takes you to the top takes about 40 minutes, if that gives you any indication of the length. Apart from making my hair into one giant snow dread, if was awesome fun. Iain and I finally got he hang of it (Iain slightly closer to the bottom carpark, than myself). But there was carnage, laughing and hilarity. It reminded me how much fun exercise thinly disguised as ‘sport’ can be. After watching Maddie’s work team play ice hockey last night, and realising (in my opinion) that the more pucks on the ice the better, we are now heading to Zurich on our way to visit a friend in Munich.

Look out Germany, I have had my minimal 5th form German language vocab hiding away whilst in Switzerland, and it’s waiting to get out. I know you are thinking, but they speak German in Switerzland Kayleigh… do they though? Do they? I have heard a crazy mixture of German, French, Italian and English, the trick is just to go with it, one day I might get a phrase right, but I’m not counting on it.

My last note, is if you have noticed less and less of Iain and I in the photos, the reason is this. After a year and a half of chasing winter we are beginning to look sickly, pasty and hobo-ish. It has started to get so bad that I am beginning to not recognise my own limbs. Iain and I have had conversations regarding the dissociative nature we have with our feet, they look so cold and detached that we have questioned if they are still attached. But it reached a peak this morning when I had to literally touch my own ear to ensure it was actually connected. Many people say that when you begin to look like your passport photo (for me I look like the female reincarnate of Hitler) you should go home. Well it’s happened.

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On the road again: Part 2 the unemployed adventures.

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On the 20th of January we hit the road again, this time back to our original baggage allowance. We worked this out to be about 100kg’s between us. 2 packs on the back, 2 day packs on the front and a snowboard bag with a dead body inside… what? Oh I mean 2 snowboards and gear. It makes my shoulders hurt just thinking about it; not the dead body - that would be a weird response to have.

Its funny when you haven’t been travelling for a while you become less accustomed to packing. We had a cupboard, and shelves for a whole month. It was pretty exciting, but it meant packing the bag was a little more tricky, suddenly things didn’t seem to fit where they originally did, the zip becomes a little more problematic to do up, and the fabric is stretched a little tighter… and I’m not just talking about me in my jeans, but that can be described by all those definitions too. Spending a month with Eric and Caroline in France was fantastic; it was like hanging out with a couple of friends who are running a business. However a free supply of delicious Dutch and French food and a severe lack of PT, now means I am into the ‘stretchy pants’ stage of travelling. And our next destination of Italy is not going to help.

So we said ‘see you later’ to Eric and Caroline (as there is never any ‘goodbyes’ while travelling), it will be sad to not see them each morning, but there are more adventures afoot.

We boarded a bus from Tauves in Central France, which took us to a train, which took us to Lyon. The city is known for its historical and architectural landmarks and mostly made up of one big giant UNESCO heritage site. There is some great exploring in the city, as it has a whole bunch of secret traboules dotted around the place. These are little narrow passageways that pass through buildings and link the streets on either side. The earliest known one was thought to be built in the 4th century, however being a Monday and ‘siesta/eating time’ we couldn’t go into all of them. Some of the photos of the dark caverns with the lit up doorway at the end turned out very cool though, even if I do say myself. In modern times Lyon has developed a reputation as the capital of gastronomy in France. We definitely tested this out, and went out for a lovely date night of a dinner and movie (Django – good movie, stop what you are doing and go see it, oh wait on. Finish the blog first.)

Although I enjoyed coming back to the city in France, I have found it overall quite a distancing culture. French culture is so exported to the word, I thought that the aloof, cold personality might have just been a farce, displayed to the world to display elitism. But it is not, it’s here too. It’s evident everywhere in France. I have enjoyed my time here don’t get me wrong, the country itself is beautiful and the culture is incredible but I didn’t really feel connected with it. I felt like travelling around France is a bit like walking through the long corridors of the Lourve. Everything is hung up on the wall for you to see, but don’t try and touch it. Otherwise the guards may spear tackle you.

Italy on the other hand is a complete other kettle of fish. From Lyon we boarded a train to Milan. Milan can be described as a place where whatever clothes you have in your bag, you will still feel like a hobo. This place is exactly as I imagined it. Glossy shops with people in suits guarding the door, beautiful people trying on amazingly elaborate outfits. I’m pretty sure that an odd sock on sale would still max out my credit card. During my time there I came to a conclusion about models from Milan. It is public knowledge that Milan models are some of the best models in the world. It is my theory that this reputation is deserved not because they are more pretty or more talented, but because they have to be more disciplined to avoid the awesome free Italian aperitifs and food on offer. Who could be skinny in a place that offers free Italian carbs with cocktails?

After Milan we headed to Torino – the 2 options to the airport were 1. A 120 Euro (each) shuttle from the hotel or 2. A two block walk to the metro (2 stops for 2 Euro), and then a block walk to a 5 Euro bus. I don’t care how rich you are there is no reason to part with a ridiculous amount of money to get to your destination. If you have this much money to part with, I think you need a 3 block walk to think about your life. We had 100kg’s of luggage between us, and we managed it.

Torino was a cool place, home of the winter olympics in 2006, it definitely shows its beauty. The Alps all around, beautiful scenery from any high point and a city of culture in the middle. We spent a day in the city, a day triping around the wine area and then another heading up to Sacra di Saint Michelle. This is an amazing church come castle on the top of a mountain. Amazing place, words don't describe it. And my photos certainly won't do it justice. Have a look on google.

From the airport we picked up our rental car and headed towards Tignes for a week worth of snowboarding. I imagine those of you working won’t want to hear about this… so I’ll just post pictures instead…. Enjoy work!

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Friendship has the word 'end' in it.

It doesn't have start...

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So it has been a week since the big reveal (I feel like I’m part of some weight loss reality TV show) and it was so nice to see the supportive responses from friends and family. When you are travelling you rely on each other for support, and sometimes forget that there is a big spiderweb of connections and genuine backing out there on the other side of the world.

The only problem is when you decide you want to start a new life, you want that life to start immediately. Even though we are enjoying our easy life in France, there is a voice in the back of your head saying: you should look at jobs, you should update your CV, you should look for places to live. Timeline wise, this is ridiculously unnecessary. There is about 10 weeks until I get home to NZ, then an additional 6 weeks before I go back to the UK. We have another week left here in Saint Donat before we head off on new adventures (and not a moment too soon – I will explain this comment later in the piece). The plan of attack is to catch a train across France and Italy to Milan where we will pick up a rental car for 3 weeks of tripping around the snowy bits of central Europe. We have scheduled a week in Tignes for a bit of snowboarding and catching up with a mate, after that the plan is to drive… where? Yep, we’ll sort that at some stage. The final destination of this section is back to Milan to catch a flight to Sofia, Bulgaria. We have lined up a month there at a ski, snowboard and wakeboard company that run lessons and camps combined with their accommodation. From there we fly back to London for 5 days, before we start the journey home.

In the mean time we have another 6 days at our Auberge with Eric and Caroline, their two beautiful dogs… and our new addition, Edward. Not the vampire. Although you wouldn’t know, he does spend a whole lot of his night watching TV. The funny thing about Workaway is (if you are like me) you spend a really long time, single-ling out specific requirements in a host. For us the key requirements were - not vegetarian, in a location that looks appealing, who speak English, with interesting looking work. What you don’t get to specify is the people that these hosts also pick to be your fellow ‘workaway-ers’. People who know me would say I am generally a friendly person who could be friends with a brick wall if it would listen to me talk for long enough. But for some reason this Edward really grinds my gears (Family Guy quote – you are welcome).

There is a thing that happens in relationships, whether they are platonic friendships or intimate ones, when someone ‘spoils’ that person for you. This action describes when someone points out something annoying, that you had previously never realised. This then just starts the obsession with this character trait until it becomes too much to deal with and your relationship suffers because of it. Sitcom’s normally have at least one episode about this illusion, I can think of three off the top of my head (HIMYM, Scrubs and Happy Endings). These annoying flaws, previously unnoticed, now plague every moment with that person. Now in terms of our new friend, Edward, I would love to say it was one character flaw... it’s not. I know I should be the bigger person, and I have made steps towards this… I am now just the bigger person, in another room.

He is a British 30 year old male who has obviously been affected by the amount of hair gel that has seeped through his skull into his brain. (Wow Kayleigh, tell us what you really think!) I currently am having Vietnam-esque flashbacks of YDU, wishing that I could make him run around the block, and do pressups in the snow. But Iain told me that apparently that’s not what normal people do. I have had to listen to this individual sniff every 2 breaths for the last 2 days. It’s really hard to eat your breakfast, try not to yak and restrain yourself from ramming the bananas on the table up his nostrils. When he isn’t sniffing, he is complaining about something, his sore ankle, the cold rooms, the work, the dust and his distain for any food with flavour or anything else that is slightly outside his comfort zone. There hasn’t been a thank you for any food made for him yet, only a ‘oh, I don’t eat that’, or ‘oh is there something else’.

This morning I was blessed with getting to listen to a conversation he had with Iain while I was still in the other room. He asked Iain if workawayers ever got a ‘lye-in’. Now to put this in perspective we have breakfast at about 10 every morning, and start work about 11. This morning was the only time we had to start a bit early – we had breakfast at 9… Iain’s response to his question was ‘A lye-in? How much more of a lye-in do you mean?’, Edward then responded by saying ‘oh like still in bed at 2?’.
I had to restrain myself from storming into the room and kicking him in the shin. Workaway to me, is someone doing you a favour, in return for a favour. Like going to a mates house, when they make you dinner, you bring a bottle of wine and do the dishes. It’s a common courtesy thing. Apparently our friend hasn’t found this yet.

I thought by 30 years old, most people had their sh*t in one sock. Or at least knew where that sock was to put all their sh*t in. (Sorry parents/granparents – but there is only one saying to describe this effectively). Apparently I was mistaken. I know 5 year olds that are more ‘life aware’.

I think I just have to go back to my old philosophy. People often told me it was harsh, however I didn’t follow it to the T, I just used it as a guideline. My philosophy is I don’t need any new friends.

I have enough people that I genuinely love, and enjoy spending time with. These people are encouraging, polite, fun people who develop me as an individual in healthy and exciting ways. They make me feel more alive; drive me to be a better person, embrace me when I rant, and when I am (rarely) actually nice. They give me a connection I desire to maintain, as I am sincerely interested in their well-being and happiness. These people are the people I miss when I travel. They are the people I intend to keep in touch with, but even if I don’t - I feel our friendship continues from where it left off every time we are apart, like a tape that has just been on pause. I barely get enough time for these friends - why would I waste my time with someone who I do not like and have the people I do like miss out?

I know you cannot keep every friend you have ever made, people and priorities change, and with them so do our relationships. As some fade, others will grow. But as this happens I trust that those relationships deemed important will endure. Like marriage, friendships need work and dedication while they ebb and flow with periods of connection. There will be new friendships that make you readjust your values and these should be embraced. New relationships can change your life forever, but I don’t feel the need to go out searching for these. You may be asking why I am talking about my attitudes and opinions on interpersonal communication, friendships and life long connections.

The main reason is to outline to the friends I currently have, who obviously take time out of their busy schedule to read my blog, that Edward is not one of these people.

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