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Flashes of memories - MUGABE MUST GO!!! ZIMBABWEANS NEED THEIR HOME BACK

 
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness - Carl Jung To be at one with God is to be at peace ... peace is to be found only within, and unless one finds it there he will never find it at all. Peace lies not in the external world. It lies within one's own soul. - Ralph Waldo Trine

Flashes of memories - October 2007

The irony of being human - a short observation.

It was one of those mornings of unbearable humidity. One of those that make you feel like grabbing handfuls of the thick air and swallowing it down like gooey, soft marshmallows, just to get enough for one tiny breath. Even the smallest movement sent a tiny river of sweat trickling down the landscape of ones body, sticking hair to the skin in an ugly fashion.
trees, parks, reserves, nature



‘Let’s go somewhere naturey today. I feel like being outdoors, sitting under the trees and being surrounded by peace and quiet,’ a voice from across the crumpled sheets announced


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October 29th 2007 @ 23:08

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An update on Wheels

A few of your who regularly read my blog will be aware of a post I did a while back on Wheels. I have included the link so you can take a read, should you care to, before getting to the nitty gritty of an update.

Seeing as Orble is my own private space to vent I don`t share it with anyone I know. This is my space. Therefore I am unable to put up a picture of Wheels, which I would love to do to share his handsome face with you all. (And yes I don`t really care what anyone says, I refer to my family in a loving way



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October 24th 2007 @ 14:45

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If you could invite 5 people to dinner....

who would you invite and why? and what kind of meal would you have?

robbie williams in Brisbane
Yes, the first person I would invite would be Robbie Williams. I would just leave him at the bar with a free bar tab and then take advantage of him later. Just kidding! But he would be first on my list. I don`t think the man has as much arrogance as what people think. I see him as a man who has some very deep self-confidence issues and a mind that can take one down many an interesting road. He only met his father recently and is a reknowned womanizer. I think any child who grows up not knowing a parent who is still alive will always have a hole in their soul. And one who can never find 'the one' either has sexuality problems or has difficulty with the whole idea of relationships. Not being a pyschologist this is just my point of view. I reckon he would be rather cool to have a meal with anyway. (Anyone looking for some Robbie-redemption should watch his 'Swing when you`re winning' concert he did at the Royal Albert Hall. You will see a completely different side, especially when he sings 'That was a very good year'. ) And let's just face it - he's HOT


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October 19th 2007 @ 12:26

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9/11 conspiracy video

I watched this video last year when I was overseas. It`s over an hour long but is well WELL worth the watch - some snippets of it have made their email rounds but watching it in its entirety will make you look at the events of the day in a very different light.


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October 16th 2007 @ 08:52

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Deciding on your life path



I was watching 'Under the Tuscan Sun' again last night for about the umpteenth time and a particular part seems to have lodged itself in my brain. For those of you who are familiar with the movie you will know the 'empty shell person' speech that Francis' friend gives her just before she hands her the tickets that whisk her off to Tuscany and change her life forever


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October 16th 2007 @ 08:29

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Small town girl leaves home - Saxmundham and home

We settled on the pavement for our first night as homeless people. It was a terrifying place to be, sandwiched between the glass window of a fancy store and a small bench offering us some protection. At one stage during our sleepless night a man approached us asking for caramel. ‘Caramel?’ we asked. We had nothing more than a green pepper and 4 pita bread between us, wanting to save what tiny bit of cash we had left.

TNT is a free magazine which comes out every Monday morning in London, advertising jobs and housing and giving a little news from South Africa and Australia to its loyal readers. We stuck it out, sitting in the bus station by day and behind the bench by night, waiting in anticipation for the magazine to come out. Midnight Sunday we ran across the streets of London, looking in the bins where the magazine could be found and finally managed to get our hands on a precious copy. By morning we had found a job offering free accommodation on a potato farm and had circled it, ringing first thing in the morning and securing a position. It took the last of our money to get there and the final rattle along a tiny country lane saw us arrive at a green farm shed, which was the local bus station. The paint peeled lazily off the corrugated walls, held together by rusted nails and worn wooden posts. We were met by a man in a van who took us to our temporary accommodation for the first two nights before he could secure us housing with the other farm workers


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October 11th 2007 @ 13:20

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Small town girl leaves home - London

I have loads of work to do over the next week or so, plus I have to study for this bloody Citizenship Test so the next few posts are the rest of the story. Sorry i can`t reply, but thanks for taking the journey - have a fab week party people!


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October 11th 2007 @ 13:17

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Small town girl leaves home - Cyprus

Flying over Germany was the most amazing part of the flight. Out of the darkness a huge mass of lights suddenly twinkled below. We were both excited and terrified at the same time. I had never met these people before and was regretting my choice of coming over, as I felt it rude to arrive with nothing. Before I left Africa I had purchased a variety of African ‘souvenirs’ which had been gathering dust on my travels. We made plans to bring these with and sell them at the local market, using the money to travel around the island and not be too much of a burden on our gracious hosts. According to my friends’ friend they would sell quickly here and a bus from one town to the next cost less than a dollar. We would sleep on the beach under the stars and live off cheap food and even cheaper thrills.

After circling the island we banked slightly to the right, giving us an aerial view of the town below. I could have sworn that the lights marked out the shape of Apollo across the dark landscape. As soon as we stepped off the plane we were met by a blast of hot, humid air and immediately became drenched in sweat


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October 11th 2007 @ 07:24

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Small town girl leaves home - Folkestone

Folkestone was our next destination on our whirl wind trip around the country. It lies perched on the edge of cliffs overlooking the English Channel - on clear days the far off shores of France are visible from various viewpoints along the seafront. There are two distinct parts to Folkestone – the rich area and the poor area. The former shows perfectly manicured lawns and colourful flower gardens which are watched over by gleaming white hotels proudly displaying fancy French names. The latter… looks nothing like that!

After a tiring bus ride we arrived in the dark town centre just before the small digital clock at the front ticked over to midnight. The buzzing neon lights of the closed stores reflected on the wet ground in crazy patterns around us. Suddenly, two strong arms grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the ground as a pair of lips smacked a big kiss on my cheek. It took a few seconds before I recognised the face of my cousin, whom I had not seen in quite a while. After exchanging the usual greetings we followed him down a dark alleyway and out onto a small road, lined with houses which looked like those we had just left in Brighton. A few steps down some stairs which seemed to disappear into the ground and we were in our new home. This was definitely in the poor part of town


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October 10th 2007 @ 10:26

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Small town girl leaves home - Brighton

We both sat bolt upright in bed, staring at each other across the dark room. A rainbow of colourful words exploded from the strangers’ mouth as he tried to lift himself up off the dustbin on which he was perched, his silhouette clearly visible as it bobbed up and down with each heave. It would have been quite comical under different circumstances.

‘Oi! What are you doing? Get out of our house!’ My roommates’ voice cut through the dark, immediately stopping the leg that was attempting to hook onto the sill


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October 8th 2007 @ 09:35

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Small town girl leaves home - High Wycombe

Both of us grabbed at the handles, the cool metal slipping from our shaking fingers with a loud clunk as it slammed back into the door. I could almost taste the prison food in my mouth as I continued to fiddle, willing it to open and the car to roar to life. It wasn’t until shrieks of laughter bounced across the buildings that we looked up to see, even the guys in the store, watching us and laughing. By the time we got back to our house the drinks were finished again, everyone else had gone to sleep and we stumbled upstairs to do the same. Hearts had returned to their normal pace by this time and sleep descended quickly over the quiet house.

We were rudely awoken the next morning by ‘Mother’ screaming downstairs, ‘Who are you? What are you doing in my house? GET OUT!’ She had been on night shifts at the hospital and came home to find this strange man sleeping on the sofa. We never saw the poor Scotsman again


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October 6th 2007 @ 23:48

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Small town girl leaves home - High Wycombe (1)

High Wycombe, tonwcentre
The town centre
We made friends quickly and soon found ourselves running riot as we began to explore this new world. Living in our small town had led to us having very sheltered lives and it was now time to expand our horizons and explore our reckless sides. We changed our jobs often, exchanging shifts at the kids dream world (our nightmare) of Legoland, for days in a sports store offering advice on aerobics shoes and sporting clothes to people who must have been as clueless as we were. When we grew tired of this we tried our hand at working in a pensioners café at the local garden centre, which saw our listening skills honed as many ‘When I was your age…’ stories tumbled out from wisely lined lips.

On the evenings we had off together, we would meet in the doorway of a neighbour’s unused garage with a massive bottle of wine and draw pictures in the dirt at our feet, whilst we drank and discussed our dreams and goals, and solved the problems of the world. A few unsteady steps up the hill and we were home and in the backyard for our communal evenings around the backyard fire, listening to stories and passing suspicious cigarettes around the intoxicating flames. Cultures mingled, accents mixed, stories were shared and many laughs carried into the night sky on the curling fingers of smoke


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October 4th 2007 @ 07:38

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Small town girl leaves home - Leaving

Inspired by Lilla`s story telling of her adventures on how she landed up in India - click here to read - I felt myself drawn to the keyboard to share the time of my own start of my travel adventures. It is an exciting part of a person`s life isnt it?

Air Zimbabwe, airplane
Airport in Zimbabwe
Perhaps it was the break-up with the (at the time) love of my life. Maybe it was being hijacked early one evening outside my house. It may have been the experience of being caught up in the middle of a riot, alone and watching as people were being beaten and tear gas being thrown across the streets. It well could have been being mugged with my friend and driving down darkened alleyways at midnight with two policemen grabbing AK47`s, and wondering if they would shoot us or look for the culprit. I think it was a combination of it all that saw me finally calling it quits in Africa and venturing out into the ‘civilized world’ of England


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October 3rd 2007 @ 12:13

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You and the Alien

Imagine...

you live in your little wooden cabin which lies by day under a majestic blue sky and by night under a blanket of twinkling stars. On this particular evening you are swinging gently on your hammock, cold drink in hand and the soft jazzy tones of a plethora of insects going about their business around you, lulling you into a sleepy daze


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October 1st 2007 @ 06:41

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