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Daresbury, England, United Kingdom

So we continue.....In true festival fashion I lost the UK crew and by some miracle found my Aussie crew. The choice of which dance tent to lose our shit in was tough was great over lapping all weekend, The Swedish House Mafia tent proved to be a favourite but the Annie Mac tent, Chibuku and Ape Tents all had a few greats I got to sneak a peak at.... but due to main stage performances I missed a shitload of bloody amazing sets, damn epic line ups, DAMN YOU !!!! however after enjoying some ridiculously awesome pounding pounding techno music, 9pm arrived and so did Tiesto..... Its really hard to describe in words juust how good a perfmance from this man is....but I will try. Just like he did at Victoria Park in London, killer track after killer track, he sent chills up my spine when he dropped Adagio for strings. I almost felt like one of those crazy fans seen in the old footage of the Beatles boarding aeroplane etc screaming form the barriers…..with shit everywhere. Mine can probably still be seen in that very small part of grassy paddock I stood!! Some of the worthy mentions I missed but just to to rfub in how good this was for my friends who piked, Beardyman (as can be seen on the Beat-box Kitchen skit on YouTube), Dirty South got a small look in, Boys Noize (on the same time as Tiesto...unlucky team), Laurent Gaurnier Live (lucky I caught him at Benicassim) and Mylo as the warm up for the Dutch God.
No all was lost, I managed to meet up with Sarah again and with that came a few more randoms to chill with and boogie into the wee hours. I managed to dance around like a retard to David Guetta, Chase and Status, Mark Knight, Luciano presents AEther Live and John Digweed brought me home until 4am and so begun the march back to my 3 sided, dome of a rain protector.
There a lot of confusion in locating people inside because of the delay in text messages sending. I made a meeting spot at the Red Bull Tent and whilst it was shut and completely out of drinks mind you, I decided it would be funny to fuck with people more messed up than I. Apparently I made a convincing employee and repeatly refused service to patrons on the grounds of ’No drink left, but you can have a cup with ice’.
This proved to be a very popular. Some time later I eventually found my friend of choice and we were on our hooves unitl John Digweed played his last beat at 4am. I made it back to the campsite by must have 5am and with much sceptisim, I did manage to fall asleep and for 8hrs!!! Shit yeah!!!
The Sunday (2nd day - 30th August, 2009) proved to be a slow one initially from everywhere the eye could see. My campsite was no exception. The beer went down horrible, the Cidar was shit, the Vodka and Coke made me heave, my only saviour was 2 big fatties, a protein bar, some chewable mutlivitamins and a tube of glucose energy tabs. By 3.30pm I was back on the wagon, and counting down the seconds until I was to enjoy the privilege of seeing DEADMAU5 again, BOOYAHH!!!! I stayed in Europe for 2.5 weeks longer for this festival and its been wicked so far but today will pinnacle my adventures abroad. The line up was huge, all on the main stage from 7pm, Dizzy Rascel, 2Many DJ’s and Basement Jaxx. There was fleeting moments where I ventureed away into large tents but fate would have plant my hooves on the main stage grass for the most of the night. A few issues wiitht he timetable meant I caught all the Dizzy set and ran like all fuck to get a good spot for Deadmau5., however sound was lacking so as I tried to push through, fellow patrons were quite pissed as you would be with someone pushing past but my line was “Excuse me, I need to get thru to ask tell them to turn up the volume”. This was well received and often a path fit a king was created. At this point also my aussie crew, Amanda and Christian was closely behind me and we got in the focussed range of the decibles for a 90min set of musical genious. My camera got a work out and immortilised many of his classic and also a Muse remix. Deadmau5 for mine were defo play of the day because I love his tracks at the moment but 2manydjs and dizzy rascal were freaking amazing!!!
11pm came much sooner than I wanted and that meat Mick Hanlon leaving for London. I booked a 4am bus from Manchester to London and getting to this from Creamfields meant leaving after Deadmau5 and dodgy all the mashed potato eaters who always seemed to come out after dark and atleast 3hrs of techno. Why is that? My shuttle, ended up being a maxi-taxi with 6 other randoms. I was taken to the wrong bus terminal so i picked up so coke to wash down a huge weekend, waking up in Victoria Station at 8am and making for Shepherds Bush to see the boys for the Notting Hill carnival…which was shit anyway. All on basically no sleep and at 9.30pm I rendezvoused with Brooke, Bec, my ruck sack and waited for the 260 bus to Asda, North Acton. Some Polsh wanker decidesa to steal bec’s handbag and Brooke and chase him down, retrive it after I throw myself on him (not hearing he told Brooke he had a gun and would put a cap in him). With a lot more adrenalin later I arrived back in my temp home for the last 2 nights sleep in the the UK, Europe, the North Hemisphere until 2010.




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Daresbury, England, United Kingdom

This is the final adventure where I venture from the security blanket of an Aussie and Kiwi share-house full of friends and into the big bad world that is the unknown and in this case Northern England.

It was a rollercoaster ride of excitement and disappointment where a multitude of errors would test my commitment to the cause and my friends ability to appreciate a state of emergency in one little travellers party schedule. I may seem to be getting side tracked but I must mention that online credit card purchases I’ve made whilst in Europe and the UK have been requesting an address for validation. So I naturally followed the rules but one fateful day I received an urgent email and face book inbox and wall post…you name it. Ellie Hanlon, my acting secretary whilst I’m abroad exploring my mind and the world, had sent me “URGENT CREAMFIELDS INFO” I believe it read. The organiser’s had so gratefully sent my ticket to the address for the credit card, in CLOVELLY, SYDNEY, NSW, AUSTRALIA….HELLOOOO, wrong fucking country!!!! I forecast this event and made a note on the purchase page but some people have eyes painted on clearly. The next chain of events took place over a 4 week period through out the entirety of August and were constant sobering reminders that I couldn’t completely chill until I had a confirmed sighting in the UK and preferably under the roof of 14 Wesley Ave, Nth Acton. All the while I was attempting to hike the West Highland Way into the north of Scotland, get really blind in Glasgow, and enjoy some Edinburgh Fringe Festival and 5am trading licenses for the duration of the fest. I even snuck in Carl Cox at EH1 taboot.
There was no solace only that my level of intoxication remained high and my nocturnal antics also helped me cope with the possibility that Creamfields Festival 2009 may have been in vain. I arrived back to London to find my little barcoded colourful piece of paper was there all along.

My minded flirted with various courses of action until selling the ticket became a reality. Gumtree received there first posting from Mick Hanlon of Orange, Australia but after it was sold (literally 3min after posting the add) I realised I miss placed it again. I had to re-nig on my unsuspecting buyer, Sarah who seemed to take the bad news rather well. I phone later and I had a new ticket printed from the organisers awaiting at the box office for me. It turned up again after Sarah had already found another ticket so we just caught up at the event and had a ball, weird way to meet, Gumtree.

The festival bus leaving from Victoria Station to the front gate of Creamfields left at 5am, RUDE!!! The bus seemed to take forever and the weather was progressively getting more sour by the mile. I left London sunny and arrived in the Warrington district without a wink of blue sky. I had also managed to be-friend the lads and lasses in the front couple of rows and were much closer to my age bracket than my first group of randoms I teamed up with. My goal I digress, was to identify a group of like minded fellow party animals to camp next to and hang out with for the 2 days. MUCH SUCCESS!!!!! The group to my front proved to be spot on, Richard and Sarah, the married couple, Lauren and Sam (Sam was a festival virgin!!), Pat, Dean and Rachel.
I did pick up the new ticket I sorted and sold it for 60 quid, sick ey!!!!
The camp site location was a fluke because the chosen group of mine split up and I managed to locate the slower half resulting in a successful Aussie instalment to there tent city. I recalled something my good friend Adam Halpin or Ads told me when he so kindly palmed off his old tent for my use this weekend in question - “I think there is a broken zipper”. Now I would take this literally and true he was, but when I unravelled what was to be an abortion of a former tent, I discovered that in addition to me broken zipper was a broken back wall, so broken in fact that it was completely ripped out with what appeared to be some force too. Not to worry, 40min later, with the help a leatherman mutli-tool, lots of duct tape and some kind offers from help to assist in the erection of my dome I had a home.
No sooner had I solved rubix cube of a former 2min tent, I knocked back 2 serves of dry cola, and a very strong Vodka. Proper introductions then ensued and my ability to appreciate the initial chat were destroyed, so I looked to be a total mess without a decible of noise from any Djs. Shit yeah!!! I did come good and established some great friends early on in my new Londoner Comrades. I did find it interesting that the ’Upper’ of choice was ’Legal High’ purchased from the internet. I would later find out the come downs are rubbish and its better (apparently) the do real drugs….illegal ones. Don’t try that at home ladies and gentleman.
5pm rolled around and we made for the front gate, grid locked like sardines again, I’m getting used to this shit of squishing in , lining up, hurry up and wait, sounds like a government organisation I have worked for….eventually we made it past the security, the fuzz and the odd sniffer dog into the arena, YEWWWW!!! .......more to follow....

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Young, New South Wales, Australia

Can anything go right.....

I decided to get blind the night before whilst on call...risky i know. I can catch a cab to work was my justification. Midnight and Friday begins.

-We leave the Criterion after an atrocious karaoke performance and several Bundy Red's, a dirty hawaiin Hotdog fo rkick off preceedings
-I was wake hungover as a dog
-Run down to the main street of Young to pick up my car, a very poor 5.40min run dehydrated and a pounding noggin
-Make for the showers when i get back and lock myself out of the room, lucky i un-usually carried my work clothes to the shower
-Run to the Mercy Care Centre to get the spare and then continue to ready for work
-Spill shit everywhere in the kitchen making breakfast running late already
-Call Jim from maintenance Greg to his face thinking i had it right all along, apparently names don't change after 2 years when i was here last.....tool!!
-Ate an awesome Hamburger from the Hospital shop with a ginger beer to flush it down....winner, finally
-No bones for poets day, sick and injured Young citizens preventing one 'over it' Mick Hanlon an much needed quick and early get away thanks to Steve's kind offering for an early mark
-Pack my bags and gear for an Orange escape and my 10 Year School reunion
-Driving 93km towards Orange and realise I left my suit behind the door in my hosp accomm adding 2 hrs to my trip to pick it up.....FAIL
-Arrive in Orange at 9.30pm when i originally expected after i had a brian thinking i was driving from Wagga Wagga again like the old days
-Staying up late again, great prep for the weekend ahead...NOT

I wake up on Saturday, thank fuck for that

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Orange, New South Wales, Australia

Story to come.....but what a night.


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Clovelly, New South Wales, Australia

I landed in Sydney and managed to grab a couple of litres of duty free spirits for the final border check. Collect my bags and stroll thru to the arrival lounge to find a wee sign - ‘Hanlon’ displayed above mum’s head like a charades subject. I did manage to keep my little lumps in the my throat well down in my abdomen long enough to be a brave adult excited to be on home soil.
My second amazement was to find the family had picked me up in ‘Simon’, my beloved 1994 model Holden Apollo eloquently named by Mark Lee, one of the greatest car namers of our generation. The drive back towards home raised some old emotion and feelings I had forgotten, and my love for this great country grew leaps and bounds instantly. The topic of dinner soon came to fore front and being the guest of honour I chose to check out 5-0’s in Coogee Beach for a stroll on the sand very closely followed by a steak and Tooheys Extra dry. Exactly what I said would be the first thing I eat on arrival. With bags still in the car, we hit up the nearest service station for some mixers of the duty free Grants Scotch Whisky and Dad’s Southern Comfort 100 proof. 3 or 4 later and I was feeling the effects of either the jetlag or alcohol or both. Who cares, I was tired and needed to sync with Aussie time stat!!!

The following morn, Ellie came into the lounge to find me comatose on the sofa, my unbelievably comfortable egg shell covered 4 inch inner spring double sofa bed 2.5 seater lounge. If that description hasn’t tickled your fancy than nothing will!!! 9am arrived and we immediately made for the road to soak up the refreshing coastal air that is Coogee Beach and all the way to Bronte Beach, at each turn in awe of Sydney’s majestic coast. I’ve done this run numerous times prior to my Europe trip and this time was different. Not because I haven’t seen each sexy bay and beach with wave after wave, ripple after ripple washing up onto the fine yellow sand leaving a foamy trail as it crashes meeting it counter part. Its like the interaction of salt water and finely sand fit together in a fluid movement like two humans that can snuggle and there bodies flow and writhe into different shape, flowing and moving as if meant for each other. As the sea climbs off the shore back to the deep, it leaves a satisfactory result that only a red blooded lustful act of human nature will reveal.
My keen eye for photography has now uncovered almost a whole new perspective on Australia. It is beautiful, this I already knew but to see the world as I do now, different lines, textures, colours, and shapes striking my passion for immunising natural and man made beauty and trying to let the world be seen how I do. Show my friends and family and stranger how much this planet has to offer if you just look.

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London, England, United Kingdom

Saturday - You know those days when nothing is planned but the most ridiculous storeys come of it. Or when out of the blue, a soon as one numb skull flaps his/her jaw, the idea is concreted and the rest is left for fate. Well this particular saturday tells a very similar storey and I'm bloody glad too because had it not, my life would have been lived through the Sky TV coverage of Glastonbury because I'm a retard and at times couldn't organise a root in a brothel.
My friday hadn't officially ended by the time most normal people's saturdays had begun. I did eventually make it home to 14 Wesley Ave limping from soft feet and tight new and SEXY i might add shoes. Lock up your daughters, Wives and Mother, these pair of moulded and light brown tanned cow hide foot covers are a pussy magnet, probably even a penis magnet is the right/wrong place. Moving on.....Brooke La Pine, my good friend I met in Turkey has kindly departed the UK early to sort VISA shit out so I capitalised the opportunity to snake his queen size bed. I did however check facebook and send some feelers out about random ideas and plans. It was only after I recieved a call from Dan O'D followed by Jezz that I decided to put my head down. That was my official end to Friday.
1.5hrs later its 1330hrs and The boys from She Bu are hitting the cans already, gearing up for the 20Twenty cricket at Oval, Middlesex Vs Surrey. My body springs to life....shit, shower, and shave (not nessessarily in that order but you get the drift). I puyt on a bit of pace in my stroll to North Acton train station but give up once I've realised it a million degrees and I'm dripping with sweat. The Bus shelter only acts as a placebo whilst I swelter and discuss random stuff with a fellow sufferer of the days amazing bright sun. The bus arrives late and the train following is full, hot and I'm not enjoying my first sat back in London suddenly. I finally arrived at Oval station and had missed the first half. Not to worry. I wasn't sure how to take the boys when they discussed Pimms as a beverage possibilty since Cricket = Beers in any language, sure enough, Pimms and Lemonade became our drink of choice for the 2nd half and suddenly i had to squat to pee. That was a joke!
It was actually nice so we continued our thrist quench at the nearest pub, The Hanover Arms. They got all 'Ladida' on us and fruited up our Pimms, very cosmopolitan we are!! It was actually nicer again but how much more can we appear to lack testostorone so we drew the line there. The ideas flowed as to where to from here and logically we decided to head into the guts, try some more pubs. Dan at one point realising that he'd 30min this morn looked upon with concern explaining the need to do shots to pick up our game. I regarded this with upmost confidence in our stamina replying 'That shouldn't be a problem'. We did manage to laugh our asses of momentarily and some nearby fellow commuters decided it better than hang around 4 getting charged men in shirts and thongs when it cold and wet. We got off the tube at Bank Station and stumbled upon JD Wetherspoon. dan hit up the order with a another jug of Pimms. "Only "1 the bar woman said, so ofcourse Dan's reaction was "okay, 2 then!". That again set us off. The jugs were filling and our game plan had to evolove with our location. Ads might suggest something and we would raise our voice and match that with another more hair brain random act. Buckets put in his 2 bob but Dan came up with winner......Hit up Lampe's Bar then the Strippers. Our faces went blank with a stunned but excited look, we all half crouched as if to brace for the impact of the ingenious Dan exhibited. SHIT YEAH, ITS ON NOW!!!! almost in uinison, we were cheering and high fiving how this nothing day was panning out.
I recieved a phone call from Samuel Smed Den Doon Dennals Denley at Glastonbury and it was rather sobering.....I should have been there but I'm a poo organiser and missed out, thats a different story. The Pimms helped put me back on track for the random state of affairs and soon enough we were walking on route to Lampe's bar. There was minor hurdle however, more of a speed bump. More pubs on the way so we chose one that appeared cozy enough and was something of a Labrynth once inside to find the toilets. It was scalled the Woodenspoon I think, on George St down past the Gurkin Building and the walk to the gents opened up through doorways into a uber technological foyer with suits (swanky business type people) cruising around and conversing with what appeared to be customers. Then we walked through a small section that had fancy bowls of olives and biscuit sticks. They did look tempting but my bladder took priority. The beers were going down better and better and eventually we did getto Piccidilly Circus and ushered for Adrian Lampe at the red carpet entry. My thought initially were how good will this place actually be? Lamp arrived and his fellow workers laughed at our attire - shorts, thongs, t-shirts etc. We nearfly hit up a shoe store for some cheap get ups to suffice tonight but were saved by the bell when Lampe buzzed Dan and said get in now before 8 and its too busy. YES!!! Kick ass!!!
We were served Tequlea slammers and beer to start and informed by the manager (our good friend Adrian Lampe) and shown to the 2nd floor. Awesome, te whistle gets wet again, free this time, YOU LITTLE BEEEEEUTY!!!!! A moment passes and Adrian swings past asking if we approve, a audible yes is sang in unison over the cranking house beats. Then we are told that we have to wait for the top 2 floors to open up at 10pm......WHAT THE? as if it wasn't good enough.
So find a lounge area with 2 large 3 seater leather upholstered couches and nestle in, helped by the next round of free piss Lampe fills us with....wait for it....1 bottle of Vodka in a jug with ice, 2 caraffes of red bull. Fuck yeah!! I let you in on a little secret....it tasted bloody brilliant!!!!
The good news kept flowing as quick as i lubed my mouth with sweet sweet alcohol. Lampe topped off this ridiculous turn of events with the words....'In about 5 sec you will in-undated with 30 women'. This didnt even really register and I look to my right and see a wall of confident sexy dressed broads strutting wall to wall at our direction!!!! I had to drain the snake and fled as quick as could but was ambushed by red caped vixens from all sides. It wasn't at all unpleasan either dont worry.
The Hen's night game's began and us 4 under dressed Aussie blokes we the complete subject to their games and envy of all those nicely dressed up hob knobs in there 100 quid shirts etc. HAHA, double pluggers work even over here.....well I tell myself that. The Brides twin and younger sister (of the first Hen's party) needed to create a aluminuim foil bikini and somehow became to subject. Naturally the clothes weren't appropiate and impeded the realism and practicality, doubling also as a catalyst for my love of getting nude. I did feel a little violated when I was twiste and turned and pushed into the right direction so they could create some sort or wide mankini.....NOT!!!!!!!!
That hen's party became intermingled with another and then another. We did not struggle to find a smile. We did split up often and at one point I couldn't find Dan and Ads and discovered the 4th floor, some kind off ski lodge set up with logs and wood every where, also another Hen's Party. YES!!!
4am came around almost as quickly as each amazing spin on the night and we were on the street laughing about how that could have happened and the stars aligned so. The last drink that Lampe offered us I managed to not be around for and the glass of red wine was tainted with a shot of Vodka. Dan had the luxury of enjoying mine and then the luxury of see it again....all over the footpath in view of all the 1000's of other ahnibriatted bodies staggering about looking for a reason not to go home yet. Ad's and I took turns in using a council board to shield us from view of the 2 bouncers at On Anon on the door. Little did we know that on the other side railing from our impromptue outdoor bathroom facility, was the main road for London's busiest circus and countless on lookers.
McDonalds seemed the only answer and after smashing some McShit drunk food, we dominated to back section of the night bus screaming 'Your the voice' by John Farnham and countless versus of "wish that all the ladies..." from rugby, regardless of anyone else listening.











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London, England, United Kingdom

I choose to start the story now... Friday....

Welcome to another edition of 'Where can Mick Hanlon End up tomorrow morning?'. Its quite a good game and I recommend it to anyone especially of your a tourist trying to see as much as a town has to offer especially all the cool side suburbs with the 'real people', not the wankers with all the cash flashing everywhere in the guts of the CBD.
Before I continue, I must fill you in. My good friend Fridge, aka Robin Nichols put me up again in Edinburgh after my Glasgow visit. He has a mate, we shall call him Ben Smith (since thats his real name) down the same time from Aus also from a similar profession to mine. We are good friends from the start. We then discover that we all have a mutual friend who is an actor in London and the latest play he stars in is showing when we are both in London. An offer to see this play - Much Ado About Nothing, in a church over 200 years old, set in day and as the night falls, the play turns to night using the natural ambience of the sun and the actors use the whole church acting around you is too hard to refuse (on Wednesday prior).
Now friday and Megan, another Aussie who is dossing at North Acton lunges at the opportunity as did I. The walk from Hampstead train station to the Church lead us past some quaint alleys and reminded me of Glasgow and Ashton Lane. We meet Ben over a beer at The Roebuck Tavern in Hampstead. Smashed a snealy pint of Fosters and headed for the St Stephen's Church. Megan, Ben and I got a nice little table, front row, one of the eight there and soaked up the beauty of the old (not by most standards) house of god and admired the craftmanship and detail of the stained glass, and the stonemasonry. The play began and we were off. It did take me pretty much all of the 1st half to tune my shakespeare script. The 2nd half was a breeze. The story os quite clever and typical of shakespeare, death, controversy, treachery committed by my old school friend, Damien Warren-Smith.
The play finshed with a louds applause and appreciation from the audience, this novice writer included!! Good show indeed!!!
To the Roebuck for celebrative drinks and catch up drinks, since I haven't seen Damien since we were in high school, 12 years ago!!! Shit, time flies!!! We ended up getting quite toasty there, Megan follows her nose to a party down the road, leaving Ben, Damo and myself. We stumble to the bus stop and discover a bridesmade from a wedding up the road and she puts up with our banter until we depart her for Convent Garden in search of a place of food and more alcohol. Food is the only battle we won and end up (after another night bus) back in Damo Neighbourhood in Gipsy Hill and nestle into the Two Towers. Apparently sometimes they couldn't be assesd closing so we exploited this late night last minute party option and watch the sun come up re-filling our pints more and more slowly. Ben left his party pants at home so he retired about 3.30am. Damo and I accompanied by the owner and two trashed ringings to Damo's better/worser half's house. By 8.30am I really pushing shit up hill to keep my party pants on so I leave for home knowing full well Dan O'D is relying on this little Aussie to resdesvous at lunchtime.
The walk home is shit but pleasant, how does htta make sense you ask? I had a lovely eggson toast and coffee from a little dodgey diner for 2.40 squid and loved it!!, got to read the paper and people watch briefly. The weather was brilliant, cool breeze, clear sky and watching workers start their day. Shithouse was my heels!! Blistered up from my new sexy dancing boots for Dylans Wedding to sex up my suit I'm about to send over to France.
I had to hobble home, refusing to carry my shoes, pride mixed with a dash of stubborness can be a shit combo and painful too.


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London, England, United Kingdom

This 5 day whirl wind before i set off for Eastern Europe begins with getting off a night bus from Edinburgh to Victoria Station in London. Initial thought...honestly, "What the fuck did i come back for?!?!"
Feeling groggy from my unwanted neck flopping as the wheels of the bus went round and round for 9 hours, I made for the ticket teller and was instantly slaped in the face with a price rise. 'What the....', I told the bloke and he informed me that I should come back after 9.30am (in 2 hours) to save 2 squid. No thanks, pay the extra, bitch and moan to yourself all the way home hating your decision to part from your new favourite country on tour so far. Luckily for me the key was left out back at 14 Wesley so returning to my dossing palace was not a drama and only stirred everyone when pack crashed and banged into all the stuff in the halls.
My friendly home loan came through with the goods so i began purchasing tickets to fill my weekend with shedloads of action. Ozomatli, first one, Much Ado About Nothing, the Shakespere Play 2nd and held off on Michael Franti and Spearhead to see how my sat would pan out with the boys after our day time shananigans.
Not a bad day, except i'm back in London.


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Istanbul, Turkey

I land in turkey to begin my quest for respect and patriotism to the shores of Gallipoli

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Marrakech, Morocco

I arrive into Marrikesh and instantly feel like I’ve landed in a 3rd world country, all I can see for miles is triple storey building with not trimmings, concrete monoliths erected for there sole purpose and built with purpose only in mind for storage or humans and sleeping. The terracotta painted cement render almost acts as a urban camoflage amongst the red dirt everywhere…I hope this doesn’t hang around like the red earth from Uluru and Alice Springs, that shit sticks like glue to your clothes fibres.


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