Mistadobalina

…But here is just one or two… I came at break neck speed with a razor and two peeny pennies at a boa constrictor and realised I needed neither for the situation arising and (arising)ly getting out of hand, prior to this he had told me he eats slugs for breakfast and so you can see why the situation had had to arose. Confused?1 I am at least and so I won’t end it just yet but tell you more on how it had started… Last time I blogged I ended with my intention of getting lost in Laos and that is what I certainly did. To get lost I meant to lose myself entirely; ridding me, myself and I from this brave new world. All things considered suicide didn’t seem too appealing and so I ... read more

(Timeline note: if you are all up-to-date with my blog you’ll hopefully realise that this is in fact before my current time and space i.e. this is before the blog entry on Yilong and my teaching English here, so the pastures new are now old I guess…Timeline note over) Yes I found it yet again, I enjoyed its intricate moments devoid of baddies and stationary pliers, but alas I must stumble along my inevitable path…The love was of Beijing, another city I can file into my ever-growing files of cities I could spend more time in. I would of stayed longer now if it weren’t for my shorter than short Chinese visa. So what captivated my soul there…(A musing - I’m writing this in Beijing train station waiting for my train to leave - now the ... read more

…I reached into my backpack and found a marmot eating all my carrots, so to calm my nerves I sipped a red bull and played tic-tac-toe, while listening to Mongolian radio…I awoke, half blinded by the brilliant blue sky, from this nightmare of sorts to find I was in the middle of a Gobi desert steppe surrounded by mountains that had mouths, I wrestled out of my sleeping bag to consider how I came to be here… It started a long time ago (billions of years ago I’m told); but to me let’s say 26 years, 239 days, 3 hours and some minutes and seconds and so on that I shan’t conjure up out of my imagination to bore you so, and in all this time the only hope that stays consistent is that it doesn’t ... read more

As in the previous post I’m writing not in the place I am writing about, I’m now in Ulan Ude (see map) and so most of this is my journal edited…tripped out a little in this space and time so please expect stories that have been markedly marked with crayons… Thursday 07/08/08 So as you can see from the previous pic (Note: I’m talking to myself here and about the Lake Baikal sketch that is on the previous page - see pics when I can upload) I am at Lake Baikal and have only now written…why? Maybe I have too much to say - my mind here has been so alive that I’ve really had no opportunity to sit down, stop thinking and write - the reason now really is to chart this glorious time ... read more

So I made it here after two and a half months of travelling around with this goal in mind - it was nice to get over the border with no real hiccups. First stop was St Petersburg and an air bed “couch” with a Russian named Ivan ‘the (add as you wish)’. Blurry eyed, from the night bus, I made out this somewhat atypical Russian - a kind of longhaired grungy type of style to him, and that’s why I wanted to surf his couch I guess. Instantly, as expected from his profile, it was apparent he was a very intelligent and astute guy with an excellent and entertaining Americanised teenage slang kind of flow. So we got to know each other on the metro, over some pelmeni (Russian dumplings) for brekkie and a lovely trip ... read more