‘I won’t be the hare
I won’t be the hound,
I’ll take my share of the ups and downs
I am everyone
I am everywhere
I am homeward bound yeah’
These are the lyrics I can hear in my headphones whilst I stat this blog. It’s a song called ‘Running Free’ by Ali Campbell and Beverly Knight. It seems apt given the task ahead. I am indeed running free. Well flying…
It’s funny the games your head can play on you isn’t it? I know I have my money. I know I have my ticket. I know I have my passport and have packed sufficiently for the adventure ahead. Yet a voice of doubt tells me I have forgotten something. If it isn’t with, it isn’t coming. That’s the end of it. Leaving everything to the last minute may not have have been wise but it did ensure that I was on the ball today. Upon awakening this morning, the day of departure, I still had to do a clothes shop, had to get passport photos and had to scan my passport……and pack. I did receive a great message from my friend Danielle this morning. She said her little daughter Sienna was looking out the window, seen a plane and said ‘Plane Matty on it.’ Proper made me smile. Bless her.
It seems people get stressed over packing. It’s just putting stuff in a bag. It’s easy. I do it all the time in the Tesco Express beneath where I live. But there seems to be an unjustified panic when you pack a bag to take to another country. It was completed with minutes to spare, before my mate Greg came and picked me up to do the airport run. Gu cheesecakes in hand (one of which I gave to Greg, as he had kindly offered a mates’ rate on the old fare) we navigated our way up the M62 in the drizzle. ‘You couldn’t have picked a better time to be going,’ Greg said. He ain’t wrong. In more ways than one.
PS Look at my little life all packed up in those two bags
Like I mentioned in the first post, I’ve recently taken redundancy so this has come at the right time. It dawned on me last night, that this feels like one of those turning points in life. A time, when in years to come, I’ll think back to this moment and feel like I opened a new chapter in life. Or I could just go away, get sunburnt, bit by a Komodo dragon, see some sights and come back having just had a holiday. Who knows. A comedian once said that students going away on gap years to find themselves come back and realise they’re still knob heads. Maybe this will be the case for me. We’ll see. But I’m not a student, not in the conventional sense…..but I do love a course. If you seen me do stand up, you know what I mean.
So, yeah I suppose it is a good time to be getting away and the time is right. It has to be doesn’t it? The time is always right. Unless you’re looking at a stopped clock and if you are, that’ll be right twice a day anyway.
I’ve been informed my flight has been delayed by about fifteen minutes, so the opportunity to take advantage of the free one hour wifi that Manchester airport offers is being utilised. I’ve paid £15.00 for a meal which came on a bit of wood…..you’d think they’d extend the hour wouldn’t you? What’s the world coming to? My latte was a few bob extra as well…..
So…..onto Dubai where I will be meeting up with my good mates McPanic and Sprogga and their better halves presumably. I am going up the biggest building in the world tomorrow, the Burj Khalifa. I hope it’s as good as going up Mary’s Tower (Greg…..get up that lad). For those who don’t know, that is the tower at The Priory, Birkenhead. It’s free and provides exquisite views of Liverpool and Wirral. Go and do it. There’s a pretty little chapel there too where you can have some quiet time…..or get married. I’m not on commission by the way. I no longer work for the council, who manage the building. Remember…..I took redundancy.
I will spend a few nights there in Dubai and then head off to Bangkok. The plan is to spend a few days there and then catch the overnight train to Chiang Mai for a few nights. Train tickets and accommodation is all booked. It’s from here that I am still debating the route I will take next. The options being head back south and into Cambodia, or east to the west side of Loas. This is a 13 hour bus ride. It’s a road well trodden by backpackers. And the reviews I’ve read all say the same sort of thing. It’s a nightmare but must be done. There’s a sense of achievement apparently. If this is the route I take, I will let you know whether the sense of achievement is 1) felt at all and 2) worth the journey. I’ll keep you informed.
I’ve heard that Emirates Air offer free wifi these days. So, if this is the case, expect a tweet from up above. Give us a wave at approximately 8.35pm. If I don’t wave back don’t get the hump with me. OK?
Right, I’m going to get some music downloaded with my free one hour wifi (tick tock). Don’t forget, you can message me via the blogs, leave a comment or follow me on Twitter and Instagram if you want. In the words of one of my mates you can expect photos of me ‘with a shit man bun, a vest on, on a beach.’ I’ll do my best to make that happen.
Until the next time, hope you enjoyed reading this drivel and you keep in touch.