As I sit on my balcony over looking the Red Sea in Egypt, enjoying the 23 degree day and sipping on my perfectly chilled Luxor beer, the iPod shuffles to Coolio’s Gangsters Paradise and I can’t help but reflect that shit is nice.
The start of this adventure has been like a David Bowie outfit; intense and surreal. Departing Vancouver was an event and a half and the awesomeness that occurred during that final week was probably unsurpassed in my entire time there. It made leaving considerably harder and telling yourself it was the “right time” to go is all well and good but when a gorgeous girl is involved logic often gets left behind. In fact logic probably never even heard the wake-up alarm and slept through the whole event.
Concerned that I would do the same, I decided not to sleep on the final night before my flight out and instead spent the hours talking to pretty much all of my closest friends spread out across the globe, from London to Singapore to Perth and a small farm in New Zealand (yes apparently they do have the internet in NZ, who would have thought!?) Not sleeping for 36 hours, however, has some obvious side-effects and the resulting crash is dramatic. Fortunately the plane didn’t follow suit as I slept for almost all of the Vancouver to London trek.
Arriving in London I went into shock, the most improbable event had occurred…there were blue skies and pleasant temperatures. It is the truth I tell you! I attempted to recover from this shock in the only way possible, getting drunk with my sister and her boyfriend at classy establishments in Notting Hill. I probably spent more money on cocktails that night than I will on living in Egypt for the next week. But sometimes family comes first.
So after a half a world of travel and the indirect killing of at least 5 polar bears with my carbon emissions we finally made it to the organised chaos that is Egypt. Sharm el Sheikh is hardly the culture shock I was anticipating, I think it might have something to do with the Vegas style casinos, the huge resorts and that every 2nd person is Russian. Globalisation has definitely taken away some of the excitement of these journeys. But you know, when you have a coral reef on your doorstep and cloudless skies above, you tend to be more forgiving… or maybe that is just the beer speaking.
Speaking of which….time for another. Back in a week.
This brings us to the end of my photo spam. I can only assume that you are now all planning to move to Canada. If not, you should be. I know I need to keep reminding myself why I’m leaving… and after this week even that has stopped working. I’ll definitely be back.
But the show must go on. I will be in Egypt and India for most of the next couple months, so my presence on here will drop significantly. Hopefully I’ll be able to throw a couple photos in the general direction of the internet occasionally.