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Me in the Monsoons - Maria Konecsny

Maria Konecsny The caption read 'tell us a bit about yourself'... Single, 24yo Aussie girl seeks... the spices of life in the exotic surrounds of Cambodia. On A three-month relocation stint to help out at a local school, and to see some more of the world, I hope to experience everything, and more; a flirtation with love, life and separation.
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A very good friend of mine wrote me an email after she read my last blog entry about the clown on the streets of Mexico. She said, “Maria, yes there is so much of this contrast in Mexico and I am happy that it is making you feel a lot of different things. But I hope you went away with more than this feeling of helplessness and confusion…” She made me realise that I had missed something very important in my story of the clown. Something that shines through in Mexico and her people much more than the glumness and sadness [View Full Entry]

Me in the Monsoons - Maria Konecsny | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 1 Comment(s) | 2 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=244297] | 2008-02-09 01:13:53

Glorious food

When you drive through the crazy streets and avenidas and motoways of Mexico City, through the heavy smog and pollution, through the ant-piles of vehicles and people, you see mostly a city on the brink of moving to the next level; new metrobus lines, the latest-release cars amongst their older siblings, construction towers and development placards, malls full of imported clothing and an array of fine cuisine and worldclass hospitality. Families at the markets on the weekends buying colourful sweets for their already-sugar-overdosed children. The City and its inhabitants seem comfortable in the [View Full Entry]

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We have left Cuba now and are in a very different, yet geographically close, part of the world: Mexico (more on that later). Although we have departed and although I sat at the La Habana airport with little anxiety about leaving or desire to stay, now that we have departed, my mind is still filled with the ideas and realities about Cuba. I realised that to travel a country like Cuba, you nearly have to remove yourself from the experiences so that you do not get fed up and bitter with the situations and the often ridiculousness of what you have [View Full Entry]

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On the Western side of the island, a few hours car trip from the capital, La Habana, we found a sleepy little town of two streets and mountain scenery. As you drive through it, you cannot help but wonder why the Lonely Planet trumpets it up so much; there's really not much there. Horse-and-carts, pigs, young and old Cubans sitting on verandahs watching the world pass or busying themselves with one project or another. As usual, we have to drive slowly through the township as there are people and animals and obstacles all over the road; no one is in any [View Full Entry]

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Cuba... Everyday I feel differently about her. She is a land of such extremities and contrast, of that I am sure, but at the same time I do not feel I can say with any conviction or authority that she is one way or the other, or even say simply from my heart what my feelings are towards her, as they come and go like ebb and flow. Unfortunately, the travelblog website is blocked in Cuba and I have been dependent on getting an email off to Australia for someone to post my blogs there. I have wanted to document my [View Full Entry]

Me in the Monsoons - Maria Konecsny | Read The Full Entry | Subscribe | 1 Comment(s) | 0 Photo(s) | 0 Video(s) | [diary=237375] | 2008-01-19 15:29:27


no title It's been four days and four nights now, and i'm not sure that four days and four nights have ever seemed to take this long. This morning I decided to get out of the hotel for the first time, as my temperature has dropped somewhat and I'm feeling a little better. The porter opened the door, and as soon as the warm air hit me, I thought I was going to faint. There's such a feeling of frustration - its hard to describe. I've been listening to Habana for four days out of my window now and I thought [View Full Entry]

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Out of my window I always wondered what it would be like to sit quietly and watch the world go by from the same spot, for as long as it takes. There are these crazy people who do this - just sit in a park, for example, and watch the people and insects and the sun and moon. I, too, can say I have done this as well. In Cuba. From my hotel window. The last two days have been eventful in Habana, I'm sure of it. I can sense it and feel in from the comotion and chatter flowing in [View Full Entry]

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La Habana... Three ladies in Cuba, well let me tell you, there is no stortage of attention being paid us here. As we walk through the miserably cold yet colourful streets, there are muchachos on every corner checking us out in no uncertain terms. Kisses, beautiful, blah, blah. At first, very flattering, but after a while it is something like spending the night at any given Irish Pub in Melbourne - seedy. Further, one has to wonder why on earth these men pay us any attention when their own women (who are usually standing right next to them as they whistle [View Full Entry]

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My last day in India, yet also my first; for on my last day in India, I remembered what I should have never forgotten... Perhaps I wasn't prepared for him like I had been at other times. Perhaps he caught me off guard. Perhaps he blew the tyre of my racing mind. Perhaps it was the heat. Perhaps it was my emotions running wild hours before I was to board the plane back home. Perhaps I didn't expect to see him in this rich shopping enclave of Delhi... Perhaps it doesn't matter. Fact is, he threw me further than any baseball. [View Full Entry]

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(This one is for my mum, who taught me compassion.) “Next month will be cobra festival in Varanasi”, the stick-thin, small indian man, in who's silk shop we sit, says in his broken English. My eyes light up: “Cobra festival? Wow! What a pity we will be gone by then.” His 14 year old nephew, the bright and well-mannered Raj, who has been our unofficial tour guide for the day, sees my excitement, and offers, “You can see a cobra charmer, if you want?” I look from him to Gordon to his uncle, and begin to nod furiously. “Really? Are you [View Full Entry]

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