London

Grey, wet, cold, busy, smoky, unfriendly, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful London! I've never loved this city as much as i do right now. Restaurants from every corner of the earth with all their menus written in English. Public transport that more or less functions despite being packed in like a sardine. Cab drivers who know exactly where you are going, even when you don't. Beautifully spaced out queues of people. Cool, fresh weather - not a drop of sweat in sight. They have a thing called pavements here, which are these areas on the side of roads where no cars, motorbikes, trucks,  horses, donkeys or cows can travel along making it safe for the humble pedestrian to go about their business - it's bloody genius!
And don't even get me started on the delights packed into my beautiful, beautiful flat. Double beds with the softest mattresses, clean linen, rooms with as many power sockets as you could ever possibly want... Wardrobes. Oh, a whole wardrobe full of wonderful, wonderful things. Heels, belts, bags, jeans, dresses. A dressing table with make up, perfume, moisturisers, hairbrushes, hair dryers. Oh my god, it's like my own personal beauty salon... A bathtub. a real life, clean, white, bathtub stocked with shower gels, soaps, shampoos and conditioner - I don't think I've ever been this clean in my life. I smell like fresh flowers and my skin feels like a dolphin's. I put on real clothes, high heels, make up and I even brushed my hair and when I looked in the mirror I felt like one of those women off a Trinny and Susannah makeover show. It almost brought me to tears. I've been reunited with my music collection. I will never listen to Whitney or the Bee Gees again. Best of all though are the toilets! Gleaming porcelain beauties with seats, flushes, tissue paper, soap, running water. Now I understand why they call it a throne, I could sit on that fresh smelling thing all day... I mean just look at this before and after shot:

Yes, that's right. Squat toilets with no doors. I mean seriously Beijing, are we animals?!

There's also this thing called a kitchen in here and it has everything you possibly need to turn raw stuff into food.. Look at how I transformed these eggs and bread into breakfast:

A miracle! And not a noodle or a grain of rice in sight. Joy of joys!

In all seriousness though, I'm surprisingly happy to be back. I'll try really hard to not write a million soppy cliches but there's no other real way to describe this than as a sort of rebirth. Everything seems new and exciting and I can appreciate things that I would never have thought twice about before. I am relaxed and happy and the best part about it is that I have 1001 incredible memories that will last me a lifetime. There aren't really any words to describe the past 6 months. I've been dreaming about them since I was a teenager and they have lived up to and far surpassed any expectations that I may have had. People ask me what my favourite places were and I usually give them the easy answer which goes something like: "Bolivia and Laos. China and Malaysia were amazing - all of it really except India which I didn't massively enjoy" but really it isn't that straight forward. It's not so much the places that you visit that makes a trip it's the experiences you have there. My favourite places actually are the tops of mountains, the bottom of oceans, the middle of jungles, the beginnings of friendships... Rooftop bars with glasses of champagne, greasy little backstreet restaurants, beach bars with fire breathers, trains and buses with multiple landscapes flickering through their windows, nightclubs at 4am ... my house packed with great friends, my lovely soft bed (not packed with great friends). I could rabbit on and on but I've already blogged about it all so if you've read it you already know what my highlights are. Even India which may not have given me the greatest experiences taught me something about myself and something about the world, so whilst I am not in a rush to go back there, I am actually happy that I went.

Anyway, I want to thank you all for reading my rambles about my rambles. I'm heading home to Gibraltar on Wednesday so I think I can manage one last post in honour of my beautiful home town but other than that, my everyday life is sadly just not all that exciting so if I don't think of something else to write about, Kate will no longer post. What I will say to those folks who go on about how jealous they are is to stop being jealous. I didn't win the lottery or get some magical travel invite, I just saved up some cash, quit my job and booked a flight. Seriously, it's that easy. Obviously if you have financial commitments or a family please don't go and bankrupt yourself or give your children abandonment issues - make do with a week off here and there. But if you can do it and you want to do it, just go and bloody well do it! Please!

PS. Errr... Anyone out there want to employ me? I'm kinda broke... :D

Shanghai and Beijing

Our last two action packed stops were a great way to finish what has been an amazing trip on a high. Shanghai was great fun. We were lucky enough to find a very gracious host who speaks Chinese so we had our first proper Chinese meal where we knew exactly what we were eating which was quite a treat. The two days we were there were spent whizzing around visiting the shops, sights and museums and the nights were spent meeting people, eating, drinking and dancing and dancing and dancing.

After a stroll along The Bund we decided that rather than paying to go up one of the more iconic skyscrapers in Pudong, we would fork out for a glass or two of bubbly at the amazing Vue Bar in the Hyatt. I would have been happy enough just having the first champagne glass that I've touched in 6 months in my hand, but the stunning views made the experience well worth blowing the budget for and I'm pretty sure there was no better place in the World to toast the most mind-blowing 6 months of my life!

Yuyuan:

Enjoying the best ribs in the World:

 The Bund:

Flashpacking at the Hyatt:

The hangover the following day was slept off on the bullet train to Shanghai ... when you are awake you can see China unfolding past your window at quite a dramatic rate, sadly I missed most of the show whilst enjoying the back of my eyelids but what i did manage to glimpse of the passing landscapes looked rather impressive.

 304 kmph on the bullet train to Beijing:

Beijing was our last stop and we definitely made the most of it... Our non-stop sightseeing destroyed our backs, our legs, our feet, our will to live but boy was it worth it. There is a hell of a lot to see here and I don't think we even scratched the surface - we did get the highlights in however. The Great Wall of China is pretty damn impressive as far as walls go. You can't really go wrong when you are standing on a structure that's over 500 years old and visible from space! The real highlight of that visit however was the toboggan on the way down ... Thought it was odd when I first heard about it but it made perfect sense when I was on it. Highly recommended! You can find it at the Mu Tian Yu part of the wall which I'm assured is less crowded and more beautiful than the parts where all the domestic tourists flock to. Here are the Beijing highlights in photographic form...

Mu Tian Yu:

The Olympic Green with it's amazingly impressive Birds Nest Stadium was a real highlight:

Tiananmen Square and the not quite so Forbidden any more City:

The Summer Palace which isn't a Palace at all... It's a whole city and a stunning one at that:

These photos only makes sense in China:

Mastering the art of the chopstick:

 Our last sit down meal, amazingly tasty peking duck:

So, that's that. 6 months whizzed past in just 36 blog posts. I'm sat in London now with severe jet lag trying to process everything I've experienced. Once I do, I'll write some final deep and meaningful post for you all urging you to quit your jobs... but for now I'm just going to unpack and make myself at home in my slippers with a cup of tea. Ahh bliss!

Guilin

Our first taste of China came on our 6 hour train journey to Guilin which seemed set to be a particularly uncomfortable experience when we realised we didn't have any seats. What we didn't count on was the friendliness of the locals which turned what could have been an awful train ride into a surprisingly enjoyable day. One guy decided to test out his English skills on us (consisting mainly of the words 'hello' and 'beautiful' - the little smoothie) and pretty soon we attracted quite a large group of his friends and neighbouring passengers. We squished up on the seats in between them and took part in a little photo shoot and a mutual and very unsuccessful Chinese/English lesson whilst swapping snacks and struggling to communicate in some very broken English. Giggling is a universal language however and the Chinese put it to good use.

Train party:

 

 

China is amazing and beautiful but it is also really rather an odd place. When the Chinese are standing still or sitting down they are seemingly the friendliest, happiest folks on the planet ... But catch them when they're in motion and they become violent human bulldozers - personal space is an alien concept and the previously under appreciated British orderly queue is non-existent. At one point Cata was about to sit down on a bench and a man sprinted over and literally bumped her out of the way before her arse had time to hit the wood - perfectly normal behaviour apparently as no-one else even batted an eyelid. Now that we know the deal though we're getting quite good at the shoving etiquette. The trick is to stick out your elbows and not allow any space whatsoever in front of you. If anyone does try to cut in, give them a swift bump back with your shoulder or place your foot or bag in front of them, then shuffle back in as soon as there is some space.  This doesn't always work however as it is also acceptable to wave money and/or whatever you are buying in the shop keepers face in order to get served first even if you are behind in the 'queue'. Haven't quite figured out how to beat that one yet. Perhaps I need to invest in an extendable claw? Chances are I'll find one somewhere because the shops here literally sell everything that you can or can't imagine - and no sooner than you think to yourself 'why on earth would anyone buy that' does a very willing customer or two shove past you waving some of their well earned cash at the vendor. Toothbrush salesmen on trains, women on boats selling flowery headbands, folks whizzing around touting wheels that you can attach to your shoes, shops stocked with every kind of noisy rubber animal you could possibly want, demon eyed battery powered puppies, mini statuettes of Michael Jackson (OK, so maybe I was a little tempted by that one) ... You name it, they sell it.

Eating has been quite the challenge as well as no-one really speaks English and all the menus are in Chinese. First rule before heading into an eatery is to make sure there's stuff that you can point at, otherwise you'll be leaving the place hungry. Even the pointing technique can be hazardous with culinary delights such as dog meat, chicken feet, or 'cold white fungus' as illustrated by one of the few chinglish menus we found:

In a nutshell, this place is totally crazy. It's exhausting but great fun! I suggest if you plan to come that you bring a good phrase book and life might be made a little bit easier! Make sure to learn the word for toilet - there is nothing really more awkward than having to mime it...

 

 

China's quirks aside, Guilin is the one of the most beautiful cities I've ever been in, surrounded by two rivers and two lakes and set between spectacular mountain scenery. The real highlights however were to be found outside of town - a scorching four hour trek amongst the stunning Longji rice terraces in an area know as 'the dragons backbone' was easily one of the highlights of the whole trip. The endless ridges of winding tiered rice fields peppered with old wooden houses are so unbelievably beautiful that you get the feeling that you have stumbled onto a film set.

Mountain villages and Longji rice terraces:

 

 

The next day we headed on a bamboo boat tour of Yangshuo which again rewarded us with breathtaking scenery.

Yangshuo:

 

 

Hoi An, Mui Ne and Ho Chi Minh

Before we got to Vietnam we'd heard a few negative reviews about how it was dirty, busy and how the locals were unfriendly so I wasn't sure what to expect. I found the Vietnamese to be warm and helpful people. Ha Noi and Mue Ne were super relaxed towns and I didn't really experience any major issue with hygiene levels so I'm not sure if we were just lucky or if perhaps India just set a very, very, very ... very, very low benchmark? Either way, I thought Vietnam was a lovely country. Apart from the amazing food, Ha Noi was probably the highlight for me being a very beautiful and picturesque town with some great spots to eat and drink. While we were there we also did a 1 day diving trip to the Cham Islands - the diving wasn't quite what it has been in Malaysia or Indonesia but I still enjoyed it and the islands hid some stunning idyllic beaches (which would have been even nicer without the rain!).

Rolling on the river with our lovely guide, Mui who tried in vain to teach us to speak Vietnamese:

The Japanese covered bridge:

Selling candles to float down the river:

Hoi An by night:

Mui Ne is a beach town where we had time to relax and top up our fading tans, although I over did it somewhat and ended up more rouged than bronzed! Another day tour here took us to the fairy stream ... Which is really just a stream and to the red and white sand dunes ... which were really just sand dunes. Cata decided she'd rent a quad bike to zoom around the dunes on which I sat on screaming for all of 10 seconds... I hate the bloody things after a somewhat embarrassing experience in Greece involving bad steering, a giant bush and some attractive male witnesses (The worst kind of witness to any embarrassing incident).

Cocktails on the beach:

The fairy stream:

Sand dunes:

After all that relaxation we dived right back into the hustle and bustle of Ho Chi Minh -though I prefer to call it by its old name, Saigon because it easier and it sounds more exotic... As the capital of South Vietnam this was also the olace to learn about the Vietnam war. Travelling through South East Asia you get a feel for how the whole region suffered relatively recently during the war against communism, but it's only in Vietnam where you really get to see the deep impact that it caused and also insights into how the locals view the conflict. Plenty of shops sell old Vietnamese propaganda posters which although visually striking have pretty dark anti-American messages behind them. Messages such as 'What are you doing here? For whom are you dying?', '3000 enemy planes shot down' 'Nixon the murderer' respectively accompanying images of American soldiers, USAF war planes and the American president portrayed as a monster. There is definitely a sense that the war here was  not an conflict between the communists and the anti-communists but a war against the invading Americans. This theme continues into the rather one sided and harrowing war museum. Plenty of quotes from journalists and World organisations discrediting the inhumane actions of the US during the war hang on the walls alongside horrific pictures and accounts of the terrible war crimes that were committed. In any situation where man is 'legally' killing man atrocities are carried out and innocent people suffer and die, so in a war that spanned over 20 years you can imagine that there was plenty on show to be horrified by. Photographs of dead women and children, annihilated villages, the effects of chemical warfare which the people in South Vietnam suffer even now due to the prolonged effects of the previously untested Agent Orange, which can affect genes across several generations. Outside in the courtyard a collection of US military vehicles and weapons including tanks and fighter jets as well as a chinook helicopter gives you a real sense of what these people were ip against. Of course losses were suffered on both sides, the USA suffered 58,000 military deaths due to the war ... but in a death toll of up to 3 million more than half of those killed were Vietnamese civilians. Although the museum clearly gives a one sided view, with statistics like that it's very clear to see that something went terribly wrong here.

With 53 year old Song whose legs of steel have been cycling around these streets for the past 20 years!:

 

American military vehicles:

 

One of the many massacres including that occurred during the war: