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Thanks to Dave, Sian, Amanda, and Tim(even though we didnt quite catch up) for a good couple of days in London and the surronds. Had a great time. A lot of it seemed to be in pubs or their gardens.
If you want more click the pic
Terminal 1 Heath row. The oldest terminal in the worlds least loved airport. Back to London. Sure the travelators don't work and dark lights hang out of the ceiling, giving it that will the last person to leave please turn off lights look, but what the heck. The plane was on time, we didn't circle endlessly until we ran out of fuel and crashed, that's a good day here. The bus to Twickenham only had one door working ( bad luck if you have a pram), a broken ticket machine( whoopee free travel), and the heating stuck on full.
None of this matters though because today a wonderful rare event has occurred. Summer has arrived. I've been to London many times, Hell I've even lived here, but I don't think I've ever seen a day as nice as this. Women are in there summer dresses, the beer gardens are full of blokes in there high vis and toffs scoffing G and T's. In the future this will be referred to as the glorious Summer of 2011. Got to make the most of it I'm off to get another beer.
Tally Ho 007
PS. I don't think the heating in the bus was stuck on I just think they don't have an off switch.
Cons
Smog
Dirt
Rubbish
Heat
Indian's
Lots of Indian's
Bombay airport ( almost as bad as Heathrow)
Pros
Leopolds
Cheap Shirts
British Airways Lounge (where I'm writing this)
Pros-cons*days = .5 (damm I overstayed)
Bhaktapur is one of the old cities in the Kathmandu Vally knowen for it's traditional style and pace.
Cons
No road rules
Throw rubbish anywhere
To many Ngos driving Toyota 4wd's
12 Hour rotating blackouts
Haggling with taxi drivers
Beggars
Potholed roads
Mangy dogs
Dirty Air
Pros
No road rules
1$ coffee
Beautiful Scenery
Good Cheap Food
3$ taxi anywhere
Nice people
Safe streets
380 holidays a year
Con's-Pro's*days=16
I'm outa here
We went to Mez's friends place down near Chitwan where the boys had a couple of serious days of Mountain Biking while I relaxed around the pool.
It's Hollie time.
All the boy's and girls walk around with mischievous grins looking for the nearest tourist, friend, or stranger to target. The shops are full of balloons. People throw buckets of water from there balcony's. The naughtiness is infectious. The festival is to celibate the coming of spring and in Nepal it's a public holiday. I've bought a whole pile of plastic bags and a couple of pouches of brightly coloured dye from the supermarket. The guy smiles at me,”Are we going to play hollie?” No answer required. I could get into religion if it was all as much fun as this.
It's not a day you wear your best clothes. The object is to cover your self and everyone else in as much water and brightly coloured powder as possible. Red if favourite, blue, green, and yellow are also big sellers. Dean and I head up to Mez's roof with a bucket of water and the rest of the gear. First of all you colour your face to show your ready to play. Then we fill a pile of balloons with brightly coloured water, and wait. Gangs of kids ,mostly boys, are on the streets and rooftops around us having a huge multicoloured water fight. They throw water bombs across roofs, at each other, and especially at girls who sequel then fight back. Etiquette states that you only hit people after you've asked them, but this rule seems to go out the window after about 10 o'clock. As the kids run past we launch salvo's at the street below. I feel like the U.S air force, I'm that high that I can't even see what I'm hitting. The next door neighbour and his wife are encouraging us from there roof, but not playing, so I give him some bags and dye. Soon him and his wife are chucking buckets of water at each other. How easily there led. All around us are huge roof parties with people getting into it.
We have a barbie and watch the action but have to retreat indoors to eat. By the afternoon its starting to quieten down. I wash as much colour of myself as possible, and we all head out for dinner. The little kids have gone but the teenagers are still out chatting up the girls. Amazingly a few people still have some water bombs left even though everyone on the street is well and truly coloured. Some how we manage to get some pizza at a local restaurant without getting covered, and home again. The madness is finished for another year. Happy Hollie.
