Monday, October 19, 2009
OtleyGreen - Green facts and fiction
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
OtleyGreen - Pissing in the wind?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
How to mend a dish washer in 10 easy steps
1. Spend ages on the Internet to identify a faulty heating element. Order new one
2. Heater element arrives in the post
3. Strip dish washer and use tissue to clean the bit that makes the element water tight
4. For no good reason take out the filters that stop bad stuff getting into the guts of the machine
5. Rebuild and throw away all the screws left over
6. Go back onto the internet to find out why its not cleaning dishes
7. Spend hours completely taking the machine apart so you can get the pump out, dismantle pump and remove the tissue that has clogged it.
8. Reassemble. Throw away some more screws. Test the washer before fitting back into the kitchen cupboard
9 Forget to turn the water back on so the element overheats
10 Goto 1
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
More blood in Otley
Monday, April 06, 2009
Bloody Otley
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Bloody Temples
Hired a tut-tut driver for three days to drive around what was a massive city full of temples. Hot, exhausting but strangely engaging
There are some 6 million land mines and unexploded bombs in Cambodia that are still maiming and killing people every day. Many on them left over from the days when America was 'helping the Cambodian people help themselves' (Richard Nixon) by bombing the hell out of there villages and creating the perfect conditions for the rise of the Khmer Rouge. You would think that the richest nation in the world, after invading one country and then dropping bombs on its neighbour could at least go and collect its unexploded shit when it had finished!
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Garbage kids
Met an ex-pat Brit, David, in Phnom Penh. He divides his time between his bar, his beautiful young Cambodian girlfriend and feeding the children who eek out an existence on the city dump.
He wasn't taking food that day but he took us to the dump to see for ourselves. The pollution in Phnom Penh is pretty bad but as soon as you got to the end of the road full of recycling businesses it was like entering an earthly hell. There was smoke everywhere, it stung your eyes and throat, the smell was indescribable. Dave threw a Stone into what looked like a muddy field with a few patches of grass. The stone immediately disappeared. It was a pit, some 2 metres deep full of toxic waste
When David takes tourists to feed the 2000 people who work live and feed in this place. He asks for a 15$ donation from each person. They go to market, buy the food and take it in an old lorry where they distribute the food to the woman and children. Any money left over is used to buy school uniforms for the children. School is free but they cant go if they don''t have a uniform.
There is a lot of poverty in Cambodia but Phnom Penh is full of brand new Lexus and Toyota land cruisers. All belonging to the Government, NGOs or major charities. It is so ostentatious and such a waste of money its quite sickening. Particularly against the direct and effective work David is doing
Cambodian fact. There is a law that bans the use of headlights during the day. There is no law stating you must use them at night
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Friday, March 13, 2009
We are genocide tourists now
The tourists approach the genocide memorial in an excited, expectant state. This after all is an important 'must do' in their whirlwind tour of the country's top sites. Their mood quickly changes as they realise the scale and the mechanics of massacre.
Tears don't come at this stage because you cant have much empathy with thousands or even millions of dead people. The tears come later when they read the individual stories. The 5 year old Rwandan child, a picture of her at a birthday party, who had her head split in two by a machete. The hundreds of babies who where swung by their legs and smashed against as 'special' tree in the Cambodian killing fields
Finally, for the tourists, there is anger and the thirst for revenge or at least justice. The Western need for a nice neat ending that will never come.
Rwanda has begun the process of reconciliation and justice. Formal trials of some of the Hutu leaders are taking place in Zanzibar. Local courts are enabling people to tell their stories and to confess. Rwanda has ditched the French language because of Frances actions around the massacre. The people refer to themselves as Rwandan now, instead of Hutu or Tutsi. 800,000 Tutsi where killed.
Cambodia is now starting trials of a few Khmer Rouge leaders, far too late most of the leaders including Pol Pot have died of old age. Its not easy to investigate these things when your current leader is ex-Khmer Rouge. 1-3 million died out of a population of 8 million
Both massacres demonstrate the impotence and moral cowardice of the UN. In Rwanda a few armed peace keepers could have stopped the killing. The UN continued to recognise the Khmer Rouge Government years after they where ousted by Vietnamese forces. Both France and the US, amongst others, played shameful roles in these decisions
As for the tourists? They end the tour chastened and maybe a little change. Most importantly their presence helps ensure the stories are told and not forgotten
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Whoops
Must get these tee shirts for me and Marilyn
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Sunday, March 08, 2009
That was stupid
''Don't go in there
Don't drink that you don't know what he has put in it
Don't go for a trip on the river for three hours when you don't know what you have drunk''
I wouldn't have had the ignominy of being rescued from the Mekong while floating down it in a lorry inner tube or passing out or having to sleep for 15 hours
And I wouldn't have had two days of
I told you so
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Friday, March 06, 2009
Bloody Brits
In three years of travel we have only encountered two cases of aggressive behavior. The first was the seat grabbing, rude Germans in Guatemala. The second was yesterday
The three chavs from Dartford were sitting at the back of a crowded bus. They were loud and there where too many 'fucks' but they seemed friendly enough. Then the driver put on some rather good Lao pop music. One of these guys gos up to the front -----
'This is crap, this is meant to be a VIP bus. Have you got fucking English music. English CD English radio. Understand'
The Lao people are very quiet and reserved and the driver apologised. Having got the gist of what was being said he turned the radio off. This led to a number of people protesting and saying they were enjoying the music.
Our friend from Dartford. Stood in the middle of the bus and told them to fuck off and in particular abused an older Dutch guy. He went back to his set where a French woman told him that this was not England and it was good to hear local music. His reply was to tell her to fuck off too and remind her that 'England once ruled half the world'
At this stage I told him to stop being so aggressive and that he was making me ashamed to be English etc etc. I then waited for the abuse to be launched in my direction. But amazingly they shut up. Apart from the occasion stupid noise and inane comments such as 'why cant they put all these fires out' - Lao uses slash and burn techniques at this time of year
Met guy who had encountered the chavs.
'Hello where do you come from'
'Dartford in sarf eastLondon, where you come from'
'London, Balham'
'Never heard of it'
'Its near Clapham'
"Nar no idea mate'
Another over heard conversation
American teacher to gentleman from India - 'Do you speak Indian"
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Transition towns - without happy endings!
If you are late the place will be over developed. the local culture is swamped, big business moves in and flashy hotels are built. Each one being higher than its competitors. Vang Vieng is a good example of this. 10 years ago it must have been paradise but now its all building works and self absorbed back packers watching endless reruns of Friends in the bars.
Two things that I really like about Laos. Brilliant 1hr massages for 8$ and menus where you can ask for the 'happy' version - Milk Shake or pizza laced with cannabis
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Thursday, March 05, 2009
Mutinies on the Mekong
So there are about 180 of us having bought tickets and being lectured by some guy with good English '' The boats are unsafe, you will get food poisoning, men will be robbed and the women raped the place you stay overnight, the waters low so it will take twice as long as they say. On the other hand my bus company will take you there safely in no time. All you have to do is throw away your boat ticket and pay me loads of money''.
About 60 people actually fell for this rubbish and went with the charlatan
The rest of us made our way to the river and tried to cram into a boat built for 80. An English guy started a mutiny and a chant of 'one more boat' that got so loud and aggressive that the owners actually commandeered a second boat
The next day on the second leg, about 90 of us got on the boat. It was getting a bit crowded, so the Americans tried to start another mutiny by physically invading second boat. They went unilaterally without the support of the other nations, even us Brits refused to follow them. Having 'won' the boat they had no idea what to do with it other than to shout a lot.
The owner of the original boat owner solved the impasse by starting his engines and moving out.
The Americans capitulated and climbed back on board looking a bit sheepish
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Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Dumped on in Thailand
An 11 hour bus journey is daunting but when the bus breaks down and it turns into a 15 hour journey your bum begins to ache
In the middle of a mountain range the bus began to overheat and then stop. A coolant hose had broken a spewed coolant all over the road. After an hour or so a mechanic appeared as if by magic. He had an old inner tube and a pair of children's scissors. Once he had fashioned a bandage he dragged himself under he bus on his back. As soon as he was in position a woman on the bus who obviously was in dire need, decided to take a pee. The whole lot hit his stomach in a very full and healthy stream - hilarious
Probably because he was soaked in pee his repair didn't last long and a mile later the bus was completely dead and we had to wait for a replacement.
By the time we got to our destination on the Thai/Laos border we were the last on the bus and the town was shut and in darkness - no people, taxis or anything. No idea on how we would find a place to sleep we wandered down the road and stubled upon magic sign that said 'we have just the hostal you need' with a map
30 minutes later we had a room and the beer
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Saturday, February 28, 2009
No lady boys this time
Last year Marilyn spent her birthday in a minivan travelling across British Guiana for 22 hours. This year she spent 13 hours on a plane and the time change ate up the rest of the day
Up at 5am tomorrow to get a bus to Northern Thailand and on to Laos
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Sunday, February 22, 2009
Living on a big yellow truck
The idea of traveling and living with a group of strangers was more than a little daunting. The reality was a delight - brilliant company, great organization and lots of excitement. There is probably no better way of seeing
A leader and driver are provided but the rest is diy. A daily rota gives everyone a task and a responsibility - cooking, washing up, security or cleaning the truck. This is essential to keep the costs down and to give the group the feeling that we are 'all in this together'
Everything is down to the atmosphere the leader establishes, and the people. Just one or two arseholes could destroy the trip for everyone. Our leader 'Gracie' used a yellow card system, anyone could be nominated for one during dinner. They then have a chance to defend themselves and then the nomination gets put to the vote. Mostly it is a fairly hilarious process but it does give the chance to air things that could otherwise fester and become a problem. When (rather than if) you get 3 red cards your punishment is to buy everyone a shot. But it's your choice what goes in it. My concoction of Ugandan rum, vodka and brandy with a large dash of chili powder went down well!!
We travelled from
Gorillas in the pouring rain
Our arrival is causing much bemusement in a small village where we are starting our trek to see Rwanda's gorillas. We are following the
Trackers are already way up in the mountain trying to locate the group. We start off with guides and armed guards. The latter is supposedly to save us from elephants and buffalo but really to protect us stumble upon armed poachers or wandering Congolese guerrilllas.
After a couple of hours we hear a noise and though the trees I can make out the black shape of a gorilla. It’s partly hidden but an exhilarating experience and I think 'well that’s my money's worth'. The next moment we are surrounded by gorilla’s - mothers with babies, adolescents and several silver backs. We are meant to be 7 meters away but no-one told the gorillas and they even brush past us. All the activity is because it has started to rain and gorillas hate getting wet. For the next 20 minutes they huddle under trees looking extremely miserable
As soon as the rain stops they start getting active and the chief silverback comes through with his favorite family
It’s all deeply moving especially looking deep into their eyes. There is definatly some sort of understanding or connection that goes back to a common ancestry. It’s difficult to believe that I belong to the same species that will kill these creatures for a hand or foot trophy!!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
French Edinburgh
Liked Edinburgh a lot but the grey granite along with the grey skies can be a bit gloomy
The Scottish Parliament is even crappier than I imagined. Managing to be nondescript and oppressive at the same time. Still if you only spend 414M pounds on a public building (original price 50M) you cant expect to have an impressive building which doesn't drop beams and water onto your MPs
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Monday, January 05, 2009
African Stories
Kenyan Railways
Views from the train window
''Kenya railways welcomes its passengers on the Mombasa Nairobi night train and wishes them a pleasant journey"
The decrepit diesel grunts, groans, belches and stops. Ghostly figures shine torches underneath and aimlessly walk up and down the platform. An hour later they give the engine a second chance and it manages to pull its load upto an impressive walking pace.
Life is pleasant in our 1st class carriage. Excellent wine and a 5 course dinner, whilst someone makes up our beds. Not so much fun for the 3rd class passengers. Hundreds of them, whole extended families with all their worldly goods, have been packed into the front 4 coaches
For us, after dinner whiskeys with four 60 year of Swiss guys whose idea of a good holiday is to pay gorgeous young Kenyan girls to go on safari with them. The girls seem happy with the arrangement and one is celebrating her 21 st birthday
This must be the only railway in the world where you can spot giraffes, zebra and antelope
We arrive at 1pm 6 hours late into the maelstrom of Nairobi
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