In a nut shell,
Over the last 6months I have seen much and grown just a little bit more both side ways and as a person. I have fallen in love with Spain, partied harder than I did at Uni (which I didn't think was possible), spent 1 weeks in San Sebastian ate n drank myself stupid, worked with First Festival for 2 weeks at San Fermin Festival, Watched ppl rack up lines in the streets of Pamplona, people get fucked up by bulls, heck I even had to pee in between two cars down a drain in the main street. Swam on the fountain in the middle if Pamplona where we could of got arrested. Became friends with 6 amazing lasseso and 'all the lads'. Even tried to get laid but the cock fright took over. Hitched hiked to Baca, with 5 Aussies, slept in cars, road tripped along the coast. Ended up in Lagos for few more bender nights, kayaked on the North Atlantic Sea, before I had to fly back to London (reality). Best 6 weeks ever.
I wasn't ready to return but I had a medical follow up for the clinical trial. I landed a job, lived on my mates floor for 6weeks as I didn't know what I want to do, where to go, stay in England, move to Scotland, Ireland etc.... funds were getting low, stress levels rose. Until I scored a tour leader gig with PP travel to Oktoberfest.
Plan was to quit my job, go to Germany come back move North find work. Good plan. (never happened)
However another opportunity came up, to work for the company I did my clinical trial. (stay in London it was)
At this point I was living with a beautiful Indian family for 3weeks before Germany, in space of 5 days, I got a new job, a place to live and happy for me to start on my return to Germany. (finally London was starting to ease up on me).
I then fell in love with Germany and Austria. My first ever trip away as tour leader, and didn't I learn lots in a week. What goes on tour stays on tour. BUT I will say best 7days ever. Good bunch of people, beer was flowing, Jaegermister was disappearing and lots of laughs along the way. Still laughing at the stories now.
Returned back to London, moved to Surrey with 2 English lads. (they think I am boozy Australian) which is partially true. Started my new job, it was either sink or swim. I had no idea what I was doing but because I like to compete with myself, I had to win, so I swam and even scored a pay rise. However last 3 months have been tough, new job, post travel depression (even though I am still technically traveling). Loose my phone, (wasn't even that drunk what shits me the most). Broke as pie. More drunken nights, and shenanigans. But still got a smile on the dial.
Losing the phone is been mostly a blessing in disguise (minor the insurance hassle etc.) but I have stopped, observed and learned that we as society have become boring, unsociable people. We will all be wearing neck braces to straighten our necks from bending our heads, staring at our phones, stalking people FB, Tinder, Snap chat, Instagram, what's app etc.... I could go on for days. But not me, I'll behind your all as I have tram buddies, every morning we catch the same train and tram, so we do what all normal people used to do before phones, talk to each other, we laughed, joked, took the piss put of each other. (actual conversations). Irish, Polish and Aussie! We even exchanged gifts before Christmas. To what surprises me the most is, other People cannot believe I can make friends on a tram. (I could make friends anywhere, lets be honest,) but why not on a tram, at a bus stop, no different than at a pub (only difference is sober environment vs alcohol induced environment). Why not stop and say Hi to the person next to you. All it takes is for one person to say HI. You may wish sometimes you didn't make eye contact but sometimes it pays off. ( trust me amount of times I have been bailed up on the tube station with ppl wanting to give me their busy cards, numbers etc). But having Tram Buddies makes the commute just the bit easier and fun.
Christmas has come around so fast, I looked back and can't believe I have nearly been here 12months. I was very lucky to spend Christmas with my Aunty and Uncle here in England and with Catrionas family. It was cold, yet sunny on Christmas day, even went to the pub, which is unheard of in Australia on Christmas day, went for walks in the woods and ate n drank, laughed so much I can't wipe the smile off my face. It was so nice, words cannot describe how good it was.
New Year. Normally for New Years for me, it consist of BBQ, beach, and drinks and firework antics on the beach. But this year I went off to Edinburgh.
I feel in love with Edinburgh, the culture, their kilts, ascents and passion for history. I met more amazing people, participated in torch parade, watch one of the best bonfires I have seen, fireworks and walked the streets of old Edinburgh. All before new year.
New year came around, kicked off at 12 to celebrate Aussie New Year, and it just flowed onto the night. Did win a bet I'd see New year out. (Just). The street party was unbelievable, you can take your own drinks in and just dance the night away. 1st Jan saw me out a Wild pub crawl where I don't remember much and things are blur but stories come out...
We did have task to 1. Kiss a Scot in kilt, 2. Kiss a Scot Cop (90% are fit and sexy), 3. Kiss a Scot called Hamish (hardest tasks), 2.kiss a ginger scot. 4. flash for a pash. 5. One which I don't remember. Some of us smashed it, and other no so much. Hamish was still a no go. (there is a
Story behind the 'Hamish' thing, but it was just a random Scots name)
But at New Years everyone stops as take time to look at themselves and decide to set new year resolutions, etc...
For me I was like I gotta stop being such a piss head, sober up a bit 30 is around the corner....
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