Arriving in Bombay was like going straight from Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here on a walkman to having Johnny Rotten singing in your face. I’d think it a privilege if Johnny would do that, but I’d have to be in the right mood and when I arrived in Bombay I wasn’t, so I muttered my way to an overpriced hotel and battened down the hatches until I felt cheerful enough to make the journey to see my daughter at her college near Pune. Continue reading Bombay to Pune YHA
God knows how I made it out of bed on the morning of my flight to Kathmandu, but the same goes for the morning of my flight to India; my autopilot seems to work fine and I arrive at the airport in good time, if not really in any kind of fit state for flying. Continue reading Pokhara to Kathmandu to Bombay
So after our wee Maoist intrusion we carried on with the last days of our course. These melted into nights our with new friends in local eateries, good local Â food, then we went to a Thai restaurant next to Maia Devi, next I discovered the Japanese restaurant in Pokhara and didn’t leave there for the last 5 nights of my stay. Continue reading Pilot
Yesterday was a day off and a good job too, we were hungover from the night before and needed to sleep late. So I popped on over the Maia Devi, the home of Adam and Jennifer from Frontiers Paragliding Nepal to use the internet connection and relax in front of the landing zone. Continue reading Maoists in Pokhara
We went up to the high site at Sarankot today which is just under a kilometre up in the air. We made two flights and landed in a field by the river where the local kids came and helped us to pack up our wings. Continue reading Paragliding Course day Five, High.
More of the same as yesterday as we needed to get the hang of launches etc – tomorrow we get to try high launches for the first time, so looking forward to that. Continue reading Paragliding Course Day Four
Twas up at 7am like a good pupil and out in the paragliding shop by 8am to use the internet to do some work, then we gathered in the bus (that had been topped up with kerosene due to the fact that it wasn’t possible to buy fuel in Pokhara for various reasons) to head out to a place called ‘Sarankot’ to take our first flights. Continue reading Paragliding Course day Three FLIGHT
Today we did more ground handling to get used to the Alpine Launch (launching forward at a run rather than a reverse launch more commonly used in the UK) Continue reading Paragliding Course Day Two
I hopped out of bed this morning early ready for day one of the course. The weather was crisp in the morning, the sky blue with fresh air but little wind. This lasted until the sun started warming the place up and the vultures found the thermals, Continue reading Paragliding Course Day One
The jetlag is still creeping up on me by mid afternoon but it’ll be gone when I start hiking up and down hills with a paraglider. Continue reading Acclimatising
I was flagging from the jetlag so decided to have a quiet meal at the Yak restaurant of veggie mo mo with a Nepali thali. After this I took a walk around to see the bright lights of Kathmandu’s bustlin nightlife then headed back for an early night in my rooftop room at the Thamel Hotel. Continue reading Pokhara Lakeside
England was starting to get to that damp time of year that used to be the cause of a fella’s consumption. Not of the alcohol variety, the kind of consumption that ate at the lungs causing people to head somewhere drier, or take a few years off by going on ‘The Grand Tour’.
Continue reading Departure to Nepal
Cheap flights are easy to find if you know where Continue reading Cheap Flights Uncovered
Not the YMCA, I never really understood what Continue reading Cyber YHA
There’s one thing I noticed about Cornwall is that the light is brighter. I thought it was my imagination until I was enlightened by a wonderful German fella called Chris who happens to be a photographer.Â He said it’s because Cornwall is surrounded by sea, the water reflects light back at all angles Continue reading May in a brightly crisp Blighty
What amazes me about the car in this picture is how little of it is left after being burnt out, and how Continue reading Burnt Out
Paris is gloriously sunny this weekend so I updated a few websites this morning, then headed up Continue reading The Perfect Spring Day
When I found my seat on the Eurostar I found a family of four were occupying all of the four seats in a cluster including mine. What happens is that one kid goes free so the train company just doesn’t give them a seat, no wonder people stop breeding. I felt so guilty about turfing a kid out of my seat that I went and sat in one of the corridor seats near the luggage. This inspired people to come and visit their baggage at regular intervals as a loitering fellow in the luggage bays is a sure sign of mischief.
And don’t get me started on the name ‘Eurostar’. Â Due to ego’s that cannot put up with anything that sounds vaguely English or French we have to name everything Â ‘Euro’ around here, like the Eurofighter or even more off the cuff the ‘Euro’. How about the ‘florin’ or for the train the ‘flyer’ in a multiple of languages depending on the day of the week. Or let’s choose another language and name everything in that, that’d make the Vulcans happy now wouldn’t it.
So I arrive and take a saunter in the sun from Le Gare Du Nord up to Stalingrad (now there is an example of naming things in a foreign language) and sat down at the end of Le Basin de Villette to dine on Steak and chips – french style of course with loads of sauce and artichoke salad. Opposite me some North Africans had made a home out of cardboard boxes and looked quite happy milling about dealing drugs and sipping on coffee in the afternoon sun.
So this is springtime in Paris, it’s getting to be a yearly event (coming here in Springtime not springtime itself of course) and so my days on the planet will now be measured in Springtimes as a birds life is measured in migrations with winter spent ambling to Australia and back through S.E.Asia and summer in old blighty. I’m bored already – I might have to try interstellar travel – or did I do that one in my teens, I can’t remember.
I arrived back to London on the morning of the 14th of Feb with nothing but a short sleeved shirt to keep the British winter out. I took a few of the blankets from the plane and wrapped myself up on the journey home looking like Clint Eastwood in my Ozzie hat and blankets.
Its not long before I was back into work mode with my head down, raising my head above water to look around and wake for a moment.
I decided to go to Cornwall to shake off this desire to work and frolic in the spring waves.
Then down to the the wye valley where the spring starts.
Travelling and working is not a new thing, we used to have Continue reading Remote Working