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The In-between (of two trips, not the creepy one…)

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A few days back I had a sudden itch to write…and nowhere to write seeing as it was one of the few times I did not have pen and paper with me. And before anyone asks, no. I couldn’t write on my phone. That’s just an exercise in frustration. So here I am now, still tired and mildly sick (f*** off cold, I’m not calling in sick for you!) and trying to kill some time before I gotta leave for the cinema. More on that later. What caused this sudden spur of inspiration (and most likely the bloody cold)? My most recent and first trip to Bangkok.

I didn’t know what to expect to be honest. The pictures online looked pretty but the stories I heard from fellow cabin crew ranged from hilarious to downright terrifying. I had people try to talk me out of the flight on account of how difficult it can get. Not in terms of weather. (Though we did have to secure the cabin a couple of times on account of anything not bolted doing a vague impression of a trampoline artist.) No…. It’s the worrying amounts of alcohol passengers consume. I kid you not people, we were out of wine by the end of our flight back. That is a feat in and of itself. And not one to be proud of. I get it. It’s over eleven hours stuck in a flying sardine can, it can get boring. But seriously? That’s the solution? Here’s a radical alternative people: READ A BOOK!

But I digress. What I meant to talk about was not my frustration with the amounts of alcohol I had to serve, but rather my first impressions with this new place I visited. And shall be visiting again soon (bless you Scheduling….) I….liked it. I mean this was my first time anywhere in southeast Asia so the novelty factor was strong but still. Despite the incomprehensible (to me) language and writing in the signposting, despite the bone-deep tiredness (and suspiciously little jet-lag), there was just something about the place that made me feel comfortable. Wish I could say what it was though.

Not just the friendliness of the people and the warmth of the weather. Or even the familiarity of a fleet market. (Those of you who have been in Athens, think Monastiraki but bigger.) Whatever it was, it was nice being in a place where I didn’t feel like I need to keep checking over my shoulder every few minutes. And now that I have a first idea of the place I can see about joining a tour or something. Call me a tourist, but dang it I wanna see those floating markets! I’d have done it on my previous trip but let’s just say the pick-up for the tour is at ungodly o’clock and leave it at that…

Anyway I’ll write more about this after I’m back again. Maybe by then I’ll have figured out exactly what about this place makes me so… I don’t know. Comfortable seems to be the best word for it. And between then and now there’s also probably gonna be something about Black Panther. I’m watching it later today! Hurray!

Have YOU packed a suitcase this week?

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I’m flying back to England tomorrow and we just about finished packing. No, I’m not flying with company (that is unless you don’t count the constantly fluctuating number of voices in my head…). Only packing a suitcase is a bit of a team sport here at home base. Yes, I’m a capable 22-year-old, thank you very much. But I’m also a Leo (star signs do matter, you know). And if daddy dearest offers to help (and mum too, but mums are like that anyway), who am I to say no?

My vaguely nine-year-old-sounding ramblings aside, the truth of the matter is that every time I fly from Athens I bring munchies back. Enough munchies to last me for a month! 😉 And I defy you to argue the matter with my mother and grandmother. I don’t. I smile, make sure there’s space in the suitcase and rejoice in having less cooking/shopping to do for a while. I am still a student and I intend to play that card for all that it’s worth!

Between you and me, that’s also why I tend to fly (when I can) with British Airways. It’s not the halfway decent tea they serve. It’s the extra 3kg in luggage allowance. I get why in discount airlines, luggage allowances are one of the first things to be curtailed. But it’s also one of those precious, precious moments in life when I can be entirely rational and irrational at the same time. Like I said, I understand why they do it. On the other hand, as a privileged person, I feel personally offended that they put constraints in how impossibly heavy my suitcase is. Am I the only one? Or is this another one of these “adult” things everyone keeps talking about?

Haha, I don’t know of it’s a coincidence or whatever but lately my Facebook feed has been practically flooded with “how to adult” jokes, gifs, comics, rants from friends, my old rants (thank you Facebook memories, NOT!) My absolute favourite has to be the nugget that greeted me this morning when notifications were screaming more annoyingly than the third snooze call in the morning…

Sums it up, doesn’t it? You know, I kind of like adding gifs now that I’ve figured out how… Maybe I should start building up my collection…

Until then, I’ll see you all when I’m back in the UK!

Lia. ^_^

In which there is packing. Again!

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It appears that I cannot go for any respectable amount of time without being required to pack a suitcase….And don’t get me wrong! I love travelling. What I don’t love is trying to predict what I might need for a year in an unfamiliar city, all the while keeping in mind airline weight restrictions. Yeah…In other news Yours Truly is packing to leave for her postgrad degree.

Ugh, I do NOT want to go upstairs and face my suitcase. I mean, I leave on Friday so I still have some time to procrastinate but it doesn’t help when every day somebody will remember yet another thing I should “definitely take with me”. No, I’m not leaving my clothes behind in order to load on office supplies (even if they a lot cheaper here…).

And  yes, I have planned my schedule for both the travelling and the moving in days. In exhausting detail I might. I need not recap it every other day. I get that this is a stressful time but man I just want to watch Naruto or go for a walk.

Times like this I dream for Hermione Granger’s bigger-on-the-inside bag more than ever. Just shove everything in a tiny purse and be done with it. Could somebody look in the idea for me?

In which there is a level-up

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Not on the quality of my writing, sorry! No, I realised the other day that I’ve reached a level of familiarity with the subject I am studying where I feel I can get away with pop culture references. Don’t get me wrong, the occasional Monty Python or Airplane (or Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings or whatever) joke came up in the conversation, but I had never actually done something like that on coursework. And then I was assigned to do a presentation on Culhwch and Olwen, which, when you take out all the death, violence and magic, is the story of an overprotective father who won’t let his daughter date anyone and kills anyone brave (or stupid) enough to try. Cue a frantic search for relevant jokes and kudos to Google for providing me with this little gem:

torturing your daughter's boyfriend

So why do I consider this a level-up? Well, think about it. If you’re going to seriously study something (in my case Medieval Literature), then the least you can do is treat your subject with the respect you’d show someone much older than you (who also happens to be in possession of several embarrassing anecdotes from your parents’ youth). Eventually however, you will start gaining familiarity with them, until you are trading stories instead of just listening. I claim to be no expert in Middle Welsh poetry or Arthurian legends. I can only say that I have spent enough time reading (about) them to recognise names, themes and patterns and to see them more as a part of a long chain of literary works that -when stripped to their bare bones- all go back to the same subjects, rather than as a remote and separate entity that cannot be comprehended (I leave that sort of holy terror for the moments I have to speak on the phone. I HATE talking on the phone!)

Next level-up would be for me to be capable of stringing two sentences together in Middle English, if only to enjoy the look of shock on the faces around me if it ever happened in casual conversation. I do that sometimes with Shakespearean expressions and the result is usually hilarious.

 

 

P.S. Cookies to whoever guesses which Monty Python and Airplane references we made most often!

F is for Flight

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Deck the bags with Christmas jumpers,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis’ the time to book our tickets,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Troll the couple on the coach,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.,
Run we now to the gate,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the city down below us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike your hands and join the queue,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Baggage claim takes oh-too-long
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I wait I’ll drink some coffee,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the sleepiness caught me,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the plane, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Only an hour of delay,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
And then to bed we’ll go and stay,
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la la la