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| Wanderer |
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| Dancin with the fairies |
It amazes me what an intense effect stress
has on the brain, I watch my amazing housemate work through a full-time masters
and a half-time job, buzzing along the mood spectrum from calm to hysteria, those of us with slightly less stress showing pretty similar symptoms (if living in a house of girls is a reliable reference point ;) ) … it makes the importance of finding something to calm you down whether it
be meditating or monging out to TV so important.
Without the balance we’d all end up in asylums or …slow-down camps. The point
of the stress rant was what has just happened
yet again, on the start of an Easter adventure to Holland to catch
up with a few of my favourite girlfriends from high school.
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| Just about where my head's at |
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| Tralalala |
I woke up this morning with a foggy head
that soon vanished after a long sesh of yoga, a scattered feat of packing and a
run in the spring sunshine. Packing always takes so much longer than
anticipated doesn’t it? Doing it the night before is what we’re been taught for
so many years but for me, it still hasn’t sunk in.
So of course, I look at the time, hoping
it’ll be 2pm (I actually learnt the psychological phrase for this the other
day… ‘false hope syndrome’, ha) but of course it’s 3pm instead and as I sit leisurely
blow drying my hair, the cortisol levels rapidly rise and I realise I have 30 minutes until the bus leaves and I
still wasn’t ready... so trying to get my priorities in check, I put down the hairdryer...
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It's never seemed more
appropriate that both our
names begin with J .. for
this holiday at least <3 |
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Chuk mung nam moi B! See
you in Dam B <3 |
Fast-forward mode began, what a familiar feeling. A taxi it had
to be. A gulp of coffee and a regrettable puff of a J and the taxi arrived.
Bags in, door shut and finally, feeling somewhat reassured we were on our way,
5 minutes down the main road. Shit. Please
don’t tell me I just put my phone down on the kitchen table. 20 minutes left. Arghhhhh. After a brief inner-battle as
to how necessary a phone was compared to a new bus ticket to Holland, we turned around.
Run in, grab phone, back in the taxi. We arrived at the megabus to London with 10
minutes to spare; I check in and sit down. Realising I’ve put my laptop under
the bus … um a 3 hour bus ride isn’t going to entertain itself. Gawwwd. The bus
driver mutters under his breath and lets me climb into the luggage compartment
and start rummaging while he eyes me suspiciously. I manage to awkwardly pull
out my laptop bag, lying on everyone else's bags in the process and rolling onto the pavement next to
the driver who was tapping his foot and shaking his head, making sure the items in my hand had actually come out of my bag. There's not much trust left in the world is there... but then again, after just watching 'the pursuit of happiness' and seeing the peace and love looking hippie run away with Will Smiths scanning machine, I can understand the association :p. I sheepishly walked back onto
the bus, straightening out my clothes to then receive a call from the taxi
driver notifying me that I had left my only warm jacket in the taxi. Eeek. As a
lovely gesture, he was going to come back to
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From Laos to Amsterdam -
Seeing these travellers soooon |
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A long awaited reunion
with these 2 beauts <3 |
return it to me. So I get back out
of the bus, repeating ‘thank you’ in my head every time a late-comer walked up
to the bus driver with their reservation numbers. Oh my god pleeease hurry up!! I stood, biting my fingers nervously with a foggy head, my inner-clock getting
louder and louder as the minutes ticked on. The taxi driver arrives, I breathe
a sigh of relief, run to grab my jacket, thank him and then scramble onto the
bus. The engine finally starts. Ahh J we’re about
to leave. The engine stops… I could hear the bus driver storming back onto the bus. “Who’s lost a black wallet?”. I laughed in my head… how bad would that be.
He comes up to the 2ndfloor and what do I recognise in his hand but
my.black.wallet containing my passport, bank cards, bus tickets and money.
So now I sit on the bus that’s finally
moving, cringing behind my seat and feeling successful at having ticked every
box on the ‘what not to do when you start travelling’ list. Let’s hope the rest of
the holiday gets better from here… :p
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17 hours later at a (real) coffee shop
... AMSTERDAM |
Recipe of the day: Easter egg fairy cakes
http://allrecipes.co.uk/recipe/7083/easter-fairy-cakes.aspx
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