Ashley Bond
Ash Bond
About me
Currently an engineer for Mercedes Benz world in weybridge, it's the only costumer experience center in the world with a race track, and i get to drive on it =] Other than that i greatly enjoy traveling and exult all types of music. Saving up for the big one around the world for an indefinite period, hopefully going to be around January February time. But in the mean time, lots of mini breaks in and around Europe. Hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed experiencing and writing.
The Dream =]
Below Is the rough itinerary of the whole "Big Plan" hopefully to kick off early 2009 when (fingers crossed) i have about £15,000 saved.
Im hoping to work as much as possible en route as too not only feed the funding of this cash hungry expedition but to also try and submerge my self into the different cultures as possible and to hopefully form a stronger character of myself too.
Travel Blog Posts
October 18th 2008
Marrakech. Our first impression of the legendary hospitality of the Moroccan people came within ten minuets of arriving in the Souk s, Just in front of the biggest mosque in Marrakech inside the Medina walls of the old town. We stood clandestinely trying to avoid the gaze of would be muggers and con artist of whom we’d been warned of previously, and whom I’d become increasingly paranoid of since the knife point ambush in Marseille and the pink panthers appearance in Barcelona were my €100 were the object of desire. So there we were, the three of us trying to blend in, but looking completely lost. We sneakily unravelled our map and tried establish our location and more importantly the location of the hostel, this proved unfruitful and not as sneaky as we’d have like, because ... read more
September 28th 2008
Barcelona, baby As we departed our RyanAir flight in the somewhat out of the way Girona airport roughly located about an hour away from the city (Barcelona) centre, we were greeted with a sense of jubliation in the knowledge that we'd arrived in a town where the late september evenings are hotter than any day we'd encountered thus far in the shambolic season we like to think is called summer. This pleasurable blanket of warmth was further intensified by the thick acrid smell of manure that swilled in the nostrils and mouth like a mushroom broth. After the Coach transfer from airport to the bus station just by the Arc De Triumph, and a short tube journey we immersed from Barcelona's extensive underground train next work just at the mid point of La Rambla, which in ... read more
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