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Daily photo: Sleeping on a bus with forehead pressed against the window
Stuck in a particularly nasty bit of traffic gridlock between London Bridge and Waterloo...
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Rea Vaya! World class in the centre of Jo'burg! Well done!
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device, so please excuse any typo's made with my man-size fingers on the teeny weeny keyboard
Eyes wide open
Goodbye, room that I don't really fancy. Just a tad cramped, just a tad too dark. But well, it served it's purpose.
Hello, road to Kobe/ Osaka. Bus rides are good 'cos you don't have to change trains. I had a good long space of 2.5 hours, which no train ride had given me, so far. Given the number of hours and there being no worry of missing a train stop, it was strange that I didn't sleep. I was eyes open all the way and I don't know what I was doing or thinking, but time passed by quickly. My brain must be running through some brilliant ideas. Stay tuned, you.Photos:
Takamatsu Terminal Hotel, bus ride to Kobe, lady at JR station waiting for train to Osaka.
buses and trains
Buying bus tickets is not such an easy undertaking when too many unexpected words are thrown at you.
Plus, I am not clever chin so, thank you to the pretty lady at the Takamatsu tourist office who speaks English.
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I drew horns on you and you smiled. I then drew a sun and you crossed it out.
Photos from trip on 100¥ bus, Tottori, Japan.
World Series winning Yankeesmobile spotted in central Kigali
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dream, Thu 5/11/09
What a convoluted dream.
I was back at uni at one of my old jobs, working for the catering department. For some reason, my longest high school crush was there. We were given a special uniform to wear, and shoes were cut into shape for us - made of moulded plastic and extremely uncomfortable to wear. My father told me to go to his Japanese colleagues food booth and make sure I ordered something to eat from there. I said that was fine, I like Japanese food.
My high school crush Steven, and my other high school classmate Louise were next to me. Louise became annoyed that we left her momentarily, but it wasn't really our fault.
After catering duties, we were made to sit in various places for some sort of theatrical production. We were supposed to be very quiet but my friend mattJames came up to me and started to squirt me with a really large water pistol. He made a point of calling his (fictional) sister Jessica to tell her he got me 'good'.
Steven and I were alone and he kept asking me why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him he missed his chance and I had a crush on him for ages but he didn't seem interested, and I'd started seeing someone, finally. He told me he was now in love with me. I didn't believe him. Then all of a sudden, we got mistaken for people in the play/theatrical event and had to pretend to be Jews. We got told our tattoos were on incorrectly. I pointed at my skin colour but they didn't seem to care that I wasn't white.
We were dressed in black and pretending to be dead.
Steven offered to take me home after work. I rescued two flea-ridden kittens and put them in my car momentarily. He convinced me to walk a little with him. I began to bawl as I said that the kittens would have been killed in the heat. He held me and told me it would be okay, and to give him my car key so he could clean the mess for me. I couldn't stop crying.
He then made me catch a bus. The bus driver made me stop because he said I looked like Dannii Minogue with the sunglasses I was wearing. I was shocked and again, said I was a little dark.
He abandoned me on that bus. He'd bought me a ticket but didn't get on with me. I looked back at him, feeling bereft.
I got off as soon as I could and jogged down a real street in my neighbourhood. I bought a paper off a gentleman in a shop to clean the kitten's dead bodies. I made it to a service station and was grazed from coming off the bus awkwardly. I smashed my hip into something and bruises started forming everywhere on me.
I began to jog home. My old schoolfriends Damien and someone else I couldn't fully recognise were coming to meet me. Damien had a meat cleaver in one hand. They bludgeoned me to death for hurting Steven, even though he lied.
I was already dead but for some reason, grasping at the blood-soaked earth at my hands. A Jamaican man appeared in front of me to tell me I was dead, and he came and took me to his house with his lovely blind grandmother and then they both looked after me.
