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... battalion diary from the time he was killed - January 1945. Incredible to think this London (Bermondsey) boy was out in the jungle of Burma, fighting the Japanese. What would he think to know his granddaughter would be there out of choice one day. I guess he'd be glad about that. His name was William Whipps - you can look him up on the Commonwealth war graves site.
Places to go, things to ...
Airport sleepovers
Walked for an hour from the hostel to the bus stop, fair hike. Met an American student studying in israel on the bus with the same flight in the morn. Had great info on traveling and volunteering in west Africa. Me and him both crashed at the airport until 5am check ...
Here Comes the Sun, Little Darlin'...!
... backpack (the thing only weights about 11 pounds according to the airport scales). I forget sometimes that in many places in Europe, and around the world, women are still considered the ¨gentler¨ sex, incapable of such things as, well, walking up a flight of stairs with a large green pack on your back. As you can imagine, between my you-shall-not-pass hips and my football shoulders, I survived and we made it to the car - a twenty year old Honda ...
Kataklysmos Festival in Larnaca
... feel the spirit of this Festival. I notice many Turkish families again this year, and not only. Many other nationalities parade here and they all seem to be having a good time. I just wonder if it is only me who does not feel comfortable out here!
You hardly see familiar faces anymore even if you walk up and down the promenade for an hour. I hope I don’t give the impression of being snobbish but it is because ...
Intrepid explorer
... the village on the other side, the locals were sat outside watching the world go by while the first time visitor was wide eyed and trying to work out where she was heading.
Followed the signs to Famagusta, going through a long area of nothingness, just fields for miles, until i hit a roundabout, which pointed to a dual carriageway, i desparately hoped i could find my way back again, drove for about an hour before hitting a town, then ...