It’s really hard to take photos underwater, most of the ones I took came out blue and dull, as colour fades as you go deeper. Here are a few I think are ok.
First a quick photo of the place I was staying.
And of the people this craziness happened with. On the left is Rob, my diving buddy and on the right is Anna, the divemaster.
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After a few days of Pangkor Island I really wasn’t expecting much from Tioman. But Pulau Tioman, on the other side of Malaysia, was a world apart from that other place. I only went there to kill a few days while waiting for my flight to India (for which I finally have a visa). I stepped off the ferry at ABC, and it was completely silent. One other guy got off with me and zoomed off somewhere on his moped. Walking down the jetty I was a little nervous about walking around, in the dark on what seemed a deserted island. I saw a sign saying that if a muslim is caught drinking alcohol on the island they are liable to “3 years imprisonment, RM5000 (€1000) fine or a flogging of no more that 6 strokes”. Happy that I was born a Christian I proceeded to try and find a bed for the night.
There’s no road on that part of the island, only a little path between the beach and the jungle. Every few hundred feet there is a small restaurant or a few chalets people can stay in. With no one approaching me I eventually had to ask a guy how I could get to a hostel. He just said follow the path and I should find something. And sure enough I did. This being a couples place I had the dorm to myself. Smelled funnier than the last place on Pangkor but after flushing the toilet a few times and drowning the place in perfume it was just fine.
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So I made it safely to Malysia! Was a little worried when I read about Asia’s budget airlines and lots of people who knew things about airplanes said people generally shouldn’t get in them. But ask any budget traveller if safety or money is more important and the majority will give you the same answer. Being part of that majority I happily jumped on the plane. Even bought some of their budget peanuts and a budget watch.
Getting off the plane in Malaysia, I was nervous for the first time since the start of my trip. I was worried about not knowing the language and being the only one with no head scarf. But luckily these people seem to take their studies seriously and speak very good English. And with the large Indian and Chinese population here my hair blowing in the humid breeze didn’t stick out either.
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Laptop hasn’t been working for the last two weeks. It came back to life so I will get up to date soon….
After bidding farewell to South America I flew to Australia to see what was happening down under. When I first landed I stayed with my friend Sue. Her buddies were saying how a few of them flew home to see their folks during their year away. Luckily I had mine come to me. Mummy and Daddy Canning made the 24 hour trip to the land down under to see how their little bundle of joy was doing. Main priority in Australia for any true Neighbours fanatic is to get to Melbourne and try and see some of the actors. So off to Melbourne we went.
We didn’t get to go on the Neighbours tour because while lots of people told me how good or bad it was, no one mentioned booking ahead. We did however manage to get to the ‘Neighbours Night’, where the stars come out to play with the regular folk and we all go crazy taking photos. That night we got to meet Alan Fletcher (Dr. Karl), Stuart (Blair McDonagh) and new people who play Declan and Steve. There was a table quiz to keep us busy, while they went around meeting people. We seemed to be the only gang taking the thing seriously, and managed a respectable 2nd place. Although there was $500 for first place, and nothing for second.
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Photos on this entry don’t seem to be coming up. I’ll fix them when I get a moment…
After 262 days, 12 flights, 15 nights spent on buses, 11 countries, and 1 baptism it was finally time to say goodbye to South America. Jenny and I saw a mini tornado from our bus on the ride down the coast of Chile to the capital Santiago. We almost fell over each other trying to get some photos out the window of our last sunset. In keeping with how the trip has been going we couldn’t get a direct bus to Santiago but luckily our 12 hour stop over was in a town called La Serena, where the beaches are clean and the hot chocolates are extremely chocolatey.
Before departing I have a few awards to dish out;
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Long story, but it was a long day.
Most days I have on the road are fun. I get up, figure out where I am and what time it is, and then it’s 12 hours of thinking of things to do, places to see and finding food to eat. Us travellers have our own worries and stresses though, but no matter how bad things get, we can’t complain. If we attempt a complaint, we get hit with a “I’m working 40 hours a week, you’re travelling the world” kind of line.
So in the absence of a sympathetic ear, I am going to tell my blog all about the trouble myself and Jenny had getting from Bolivia to Chile. In case you haven’t been paying attention, Jenny is the 18 year old whipper snapper I first met in Peru when she moved into the apartment Michael and I had been sharing. We worked together for a month then she returned to the mean streets of Belfast. Six months later she followed her boyfriend to Brazil where I found her and we took off across Bolivia.
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Here are some of the photos from the tour. A few were taken by Flo, the French guy. If you think any photo is cool - it was more than likely taken by him.
Remember when you were young, and you didn’t know if a cactus would hurt…….
The ‘hotel’ we stayed in our first night.
Ok so not exactly the Moon itself, but the photos look like we could have been there! I’ve wanted to go to the south-west of Bolivia ever since seeing this web-site. In fact, their blog is so well written you might as well check out their site to see what I’m on about. You can catch up with mine some other time….. 
Before heading of to Uyuni, the land of the salt, we first went to Tupiza. This is supposed to be the nearest thing to the wild west in South America and the place where Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid were killed (thank you Jenny for that nugget of information). On the way there we took part in a bit of a protest, a trip highlight for Jenny (she likes that kind of thing). The bus driver had let on four Argentinians who stopped him on the road. The bus was as full as could be, as always, so they made a home for themselves on the floor. A few hours into the trip we were stopped by the police and the four were ejected. Sitting on the floor is the usual in most places around here but highly illegal apparently when in the middle of nowhere. After watching the four being given out to by the coppers, our fellow passengers revolted at the driver’s decision to leave them behind. We all got up, and demanded they stop and let them back in. We were shouting and banging on the door to the driver’s cabin but he was unfazed. Eventually the crowd gave in and Jenny returned to her seat, deflated.
All the fancy pants tourists had amazing cameras down there, and took amazing photos. I unfortunately did not. And I didn’t get to know any of them well enough to steal their photos. Although that’s usually Jenny’s job, so it’’s her fault.
These are what I managed;
First, the €1.70 dynamite!
The mine from the outside…
In Potosi we set off to do what Jenny described as the hardest thing she’s ever done, and it wasn’t far down my list either. Potosi was (supposedly) the richest city in the world at one stage. They have mines and I believe it made them rich, but then the Spanish overworked them. I’m not too sharp on the details but I can tell you that for €1.70 you can buy a stick of dynamite there and blow up whatever you want. It’s not like you’re allowed blow up whatever you want, but it’s about as hard to come by as bread is in Ireland. Some English guys blew up a hostel in southern Bolivia with the dynamite they bought in Potosi. They found out fairly lively that that’s against the law and ended up behind bars until daddy bailed them out.
So with all this talk of dynamite we had to check this out. We met a Bolivian who greeting us with a few words of Irish, the quickest way to charm an Irish person, so we immediately decided he was our man. Both myself and Jenny hope to study International Development so we felt we had to experience what these guys do every day, and we were only looking at the work, they were they guys pushing and pulling tons of stones in the heat, with a severe lack of oxygen. Even outside the mine it was hard to breathe. Potosi is the highest city in the world, if the guide book is to be belived, at 4300 metres (around 13,000 feet).
