flutter by...

Been coming up with ways of making money whilst travelling, and one of the best so far seems to be face painting, when the wind gets too much for me and there are some children/ enthusiastic adults about I can hopefully make some pennies for the beer/petrol fund!

So I had a practice on Joe as I haven't done face painting in nearly a year now... he makes a good butterfly... my Koala attempt was more like a panda or something it seems though, I had it in my head they had white eyes!!

oops xxx

lava sun

Looking forward to some more of this sunrise action when travelling about. It was pretty spectacular and not to be forgotten quickly...

rasta goodness

So I technically need about ten million pounds and then I could buy a 2008 kite and board... I really would in an ideal world love to purchase an 08 Flexifoil Atom which is one of the kites I felw out in Egypt and I pretty much fell in love with, also it came in Rasta colours which is always a bonus...

I need to be purchasing a harness right this very second. Unfortunately I finish my degree in approximately 5 minutes and my dissertation and about 3 bits of coursework are in in approximately 2 minutes so buying stuff right this second is not so hot for my work

pah

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Egypt!

Just got back from an awesome week in Egypt... downside was not much wind...(mostly about 9 knots therefore a little tricky to ride!) upsides were free beer, great company,free ice cream, sun, free pizza, sea, fish, paddle boarding, kite flying, free beer, egyptian taxi rides (resembling playing a video game...) watching the sunrise, free beer, pretty much being able to get up on a kite board (bring on wind!!!)

Got some interesting injuries from the coral

check out my almost kiteboarding picture...and the sand bar in the distance

I miss the sun, and the free beer....
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good old harold...

Harold's Planet yet again comes up trumps and this was the cartoon this week...sums up pretty well my finishing uni and not getting a 'proper job'...bring on travelling! xxx

Poole

Headed to Poole harbour this Sunday with some uni kitesurfers to finish our course...not much wind unfortunately, but flew kites a bit and learned how to get up on the board. Frustrating, we were so close to riding, but needed more wind...
Bring on Egypt!

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puddle me up...

The weekend began with a bump-start down the hill in Brislington ( we need to get the van fixed...) and a non-getting-lost-other-than-a-quick-re-visit-to-a-roundabout journey to Newton Abbott.

Saturday brought tasty bacon sarnies thanks to Joe's dad's sarnie shop and then a decision to head to a river. Luckily I have a distorted sense of direction and we ended up at a completely different bit of water that was about 10 miles south of Newton Abbott rather then about 2 miles north...I think I need a designated map reader for the summer...

Then I drove the van, which was pretty exciting although Joe went pretty quiet

After some food and a lick of cider for Lou we set off for somewhere near Poole to kip for the night, little did we know what was to come...

Looking at the map ( I do try and get the direction right...) I was pretty delighted to see Puddletown on there, so that had to be the obvious napping place... we ended up down some pretty interesting little lanes but we found the town of the puddles, unfortunately there were no pubs so we set off for Affpuddle (hehee) and on the way spotted Tincleton and had to turn back to make sure we had been there too.. Unfortunately there rather small little villages didn't own pubs and it was miles to Pidlington, so we had to make the executive decision to hit Bear Regis, which made up for its name in its people...

Hit the pub and met the worlds most amazing wrinkly man with a dog (called Sunny)
The old man told us tales of the village, his dog (mainly), his ex wife being knocked up by his stepdad (things got personal!) how he isn't allowed to drink (necking 5 pints) and the like. Sunny is a plush rescue greyhound who has the life of luxury in his sofa-bed with blanket to tuck him in at night.

Headed back for the van and after some adventurous weeing having jumped over a fence into an alotment complete with frost...it was a heads-under-the-cover-sleep because it was approx minus 4 degrees. brr... (complete with bristolian twang)

Sunday morning brought an adventuroud bump start down a country track. Once Joe had realised he was hurtling down the hill in reverse, he managed to bump the van and came back up the hill (thanks go to the friendly man with a paper under his arm for helping me push)

Headed to Poole for a day of hanging about with Tom. Didn't windsurf in the end, the tide was right out and there was no wind...

The van still needs a name, I like Ralph. Or maybe it should be Mr Bump...

Joe is going to start re-making the inside soon...

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