Backed up with Blog-Block

Yeah, it's happened again but this time it's a record - I'm three countries behind although actually not that much over a month. Blog says: Australia, the truth says: Thailand (having been through Singapore and Malaysia in the interim). The problem is my wayfaring, itinerant lifestyle with nary a day and a night in one spot, and if there is, it's some tropical beach (with all the usual trappings I hasten to add, like cobalt blue water, unerring sunshine, Bob Marley...hmmm) unsullied by the pervading creep of the devil's portal. So updates have proved difficult. I shall try and get ontop of things and at least bring the wayward beast into BST.

For those that are plotting my progress on a big map-o-the-world wall chart with coloured pins linked with yards of garden twine (I think that's just Mrs Goringe, my probabation officer, as usual) I'm in Krabi, on the coast of SW Thailand.

Childish but amusing: in Thai it's polite to say crap at the end of most phrases. In a restaurant complimenting the chef: You're food is very fine crap. Stop it, it's not clever.

End of the road

Adelaide, Australia - Jan 07
I seem to be on a bit of a roll today so I'll just press on. We (Declan, Jules & I) made it to Adelaide just dandy. The Pintara was bombproof! Highlights of Adelaide were swimming in the Ocean (Southern Ocean - full of Great White Sharks, you can't move in the water without elbowing one in the eye or treading on another's fin) and meeting up with my dear friend Popeye who happened to be in town with my solicitor (who is also his girlfriend Catrin).

The low light was watching England get crushed in another ODI cricket match by Australia. I actually felt sorry (briefly) for the Aussie fans as they just weren't seeing a game. Most definitely the worst game I have ever witnessed. Why did I bother? At least I bought my ticket off a tout...at FACE VALUE so didn't feel I'd paid over the odds for the humiliation.

Declan modelling wife-beater. Parking on the beach seems to be the norm, which is great until you see your beloved car up to the dash board in salty water.

Popeye tucking into some spaghetti & meatballs and sporting the pro-spaghetti eaters napkin-in-collar gambit. Nice touch.

My shady solicitor. Her professional services weren't needed on this occasion but it was reassuring to have legal representation at hand. Mrs Goringe, my probation officer, would have approved.

I didn't take any pictures of the cricket. I wasn't in the mood. Sorry.

Oscillating sandals

Hello dears, you may have noticed an unhealthy dose of inactivity going on here lately (if large amounts of nothing can actually be spotted). I find the travel element of my travels, rather than the sedentary sitting in an Internet cafe or hogging friends' PCs, produces a BigBadLag in the BligBlagBlog.

Suffice to say, if anyone was worried, namely Mrs Goringe my long suffering probation officer, I'm still alive and enduring the oscillating fortunes of travel with my companion Dusty Sandals. Actually my meagre fortune is definitely on a downward curve!

More laters. On on.