I'm living in a caravan

I'm living in a caravan

June 03, 2010 Bloggies by Jo McInnes Edit

Good grief! I never thought in my wildest dreams I would be travelling around in a caravan. In fact, growing up I was always very derogatory towards those who had their holidays in "trailer parks". Here I am though sitting in a 1996 four berth caravan with an awning out the side... and I'm having a good time!

 

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The Fox and Goose

The Fox and Goose

May 31, 2010 Great Britain by Steve Martin Edit

On our first night I wandered down the road to see what the local pub was like. I bought a beer and asked if I could have a look at the menu. The food looked great [more on that later]. Homemade pies, seafood and local game dishes and all of it for about 12 pounds a dish. It was then I looked in my pocket and realised after buying the beer I only had 10 pounds 43 pence to my name.

I had my beer and figured there was always tomorrow night, but tomorrow night turned into a week we'd all rather forget.

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Orwell's England

Orwell's England

May 23, 2010 Great Britain by Steve Martin Edit

If I thought Ho Chi Minh was everywhere in Vietnam, Uncle Ho has nothing on George Orwell and his fears of a society under government scrutiny. In England the cameras are everywhere. They track cars, control speeds, read number plates, read faces and impose themselves into every corner of the country that we've been so far.

 

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Potato Man attacks!!

Potato Man attacks!!

May 11, 2010 Great Britain by Steve Martin Edit

There's a tap on the window. Outside there is a man in gumboots holding a hammer in one hand and a bag of potatoes in the other hand. He has a wild look in his eye and he shouts something un-intelligible. We can't hear him over the sound of the V8 engine, but we both know he's up to something a bit nutty.

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My End to the Vietnam Trip

My End to the Vietnam Trip

May 10, 2010 Vietnam by Jo McInnes Edit

I think Steve's and my views of Vietnam are somewhat different. Although I'm glad I went, it was certainly too long. By the end I was fed-up with the pollution and the unpleasant, assaulting smell of garbage mixed with cooking food as we walked along the street. But most of all I was dead sick of people grabbing my children! Personal space isn't a high priority in Vietnam.

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