Back in Seoul.

I've had virtually no sleep for a week now; I feel dizzy and battled nausea for the better part of the flight back.

My new apartment (read: cheap shoebox) is going to take a lot of 'homing'.

Yaaaaargh.

Moving day, shopping evening - then a shot or two and a longlonglonglong sleep.

I was feeling seedy when I got off the train this morning - the Scottish equivalent of Dramamine kind of sucks but it did make me sleep through the arrival at Euston. I woke to eerie quiet and realised there were only two of us still on the train... eep. Made myself presentable, had breakfast, wrote postcards and travel journal and am now ( Read more... )

Three more days, then back to the real world... aka Seoul ( Read more... )

I'm having a moment of understanding with Scarlett O'Hara at the end of Gone With The Wind this week. Not the tomorrow is another day bit. Before that.

No prizes for guessing who plays who in my version.

So today I move from my Manolo Blahnik shoebox to stay with Rebecca for a night, then leave my big pack at her place and take my (new! and gorgeous! and cheap!) big black shoulder bag with me to Edinburgh to visit Sharon for two days (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY SNET REUNION ( Read more... )

Again I find myself in London. Interesting place, not entirely out of my realms of copability until Korean immigration chucks a spanner in my works by telling me I need copies of a number of documents I've not needed before and leaves me speechless. I held it together til I got on the phone to Mum and cried. What -is- it with me and the crying ( Read more... )

Shit man, I'm in this incredibly old city staying in a shoebox (a Manolo Blahnik shoebox, for the price) and it's pretty cool. I like that I understand everyone, everyone understands me and I don't have to feel apprehensive about asking questions or for directions because THEY SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE I DO!! With more accents than I've ever heard in ( Read more... )

( Wangst first. )

I have ten minutes left in an internet cafe in Moscow which has in the last three minutes become hub-central for every small boy under 12 in Kitay-Gorod. Two were standing behind us waiting for us to finish, trying to read over our shoulders. Freaking weirdos ( Read more... )

I am alive, I am not as cold now as I was this morning though I am substantially sorer from riding a horse to a giant statue of Genghis Kahn than I was yesterday.

Check out my friends page for Jason's stance on our trip so far. Sums it up nicely.

Tonight we leave for Irkutsk and Russia. It's been a whirlwind, and it ain't getting any slower!!