The Red Telephone Box Graveyard

“Excuse me, where can I find the telephone graveyard?” was the question my friends and I were throwing about in a small town in Yorkshire, only to be looked back with blank stares and obvious confusion. We couldn’t bear to continue asking. It was something we’d seen online and had been curious enough to to make an hour trip from a hotel in York.

The locals had us thinking we were off the rails, so I plucked up the courage and asked one last time. “A telephone graveyard?” replied the cashier as she graciously scanned the first item, “I’ve never heard of such a thing”. She must have seen disappointment in my unfamiliar face, as she grabbed a second item. “Wait, you don’t mean the scrapyard do you?”, she squinted, “I mean, I wouldn’t really call it a telephone graveyard, it’s just an old dump”.

I brightened up, and after a lengthy chat – the kind you only get in small towns, where no one ever looks in a hurry – we got back in the car, with every intention of reaching our ‘Everest’. But it was dark and hunger got the better of us, so before we had the chance to even open the pack of cookies we had just bought, we were already on our way back to the place we were temporarily calling home.

Therefore, after much meditation on what went wrong, I’ve decided that one day I will make that trip back to Yorkshire, just to see what all the fuss is about.

  
 

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I woke up like this

I know I’m winning at life if I’m able to cleanse my face before going to bed. On the contrary, if I wake up confused at the crack of dawn with no real idea of what time it is, then I know things aren’t going well. And if I’m still in my ‘going out’ clothes, then things REALLY aren’t going well. This happened last night (surprise, surprise). I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put my retainers in (the struggle is real), when I look up at the mirror and am confronted with my make up staring back at me just as I had left it, but oilier, much, much, oilier (emphasis on the oily). I have to say, I was impressed my lipstick was still in tact, but oh how I’ve failed at living. This can’t be a good start to the week. Hey ho, at least I have something to write about.

Llamas and a quest for the perfect selfie

When I think back on my interaction with arguebly the cutest animal on earth -if you don’t get spat at- I think of the warm and fuzzy feeling I experienced.

As you may already know, I, along with Oli and Kate, traveled to Peru as part of a packaged tour with G Adventures. From the moment we booked our trip we were adamant on meeting these fluffy creatures and taking the perfect selfie – the internet would not be prepared for this selfie!

…And so our quest began…

We’d seen some llamas from afar on a 7hr bus ride from Puno to Cusco, but it wasn’t until we arrived in Sacred Valley that things really got exciting. We were taken to a women’s weaving co op in the beautiful village of Ccaccaccollo, and at arrival were given food to feed the alpacas and llamas. As you can imagine, I couldn’t quite handle the excitement (I had waited months for this moment), and began shoving leaves in the face of every animal in sight. It wasn’t until one aggressively flared its nostrils and threatened to spit at me that I realised it was time to back off. Luckily, our presentation was about to begin.

Posing alpaca

Traditionally dressed local women showed us, step by step, how they naturally wash and dye all the alpaca wool. It was intriguing to see how they don’t need to rely on chemicals to get the very best results. 

 

Doesn’t she look fab in her traditional attire?
 
Each ingredient, when boiled, permanently dyes the wool a different colour
 

Once the presentation was over I was eager to get back to spending time with the alpacas and llamas, and that’s exactly what I did. Admittedly, I still can’t tell between the two animals, even after being told repeatedly by our guide (I’ve googled it too).

 

Caught slippin’
 
So did I get my perfect selfie? No. Do I care? Not anymore.

You see, at first, I was so focused on looking picture perfect (with no double chin on show), that I was losing sight of where I was. I didn’t need to outshine a llama – Let’s face it, nobody can outshine a llama! And so I let myself enjoy the moment and treasure the experience. I have photos… just not that perfect photo, but you know what, I will always cherish that moment – selfie or no selfie.

 Does anyone get as excited as this guy? 

  

A Love Letter

Sagarmatha. If only you knew how much I think of you. My days spent wishing and my nights spent dreaming. You are my obsession. My inexplicable obsession. You are bold and you are austere. Dangerously elegant but gracefully dangerous. How many others fantasise about you? How many risk their lives to be with you? But you will never belong to anyone… and still I long for the day you will belong to me. My beautiful Everest.

Japan: 4 hotels you NEED to know about

My sister and I visited Japan back in 2013 and stayed in 7 different accommodations, all in the span of 2 weeks. We craved true uniqueness and so we made every effort to make it that way. If you too are looking for the wierd and the wonderful then this short list of hotels/hostels/accommodation may be just for you!

1. Capsule Inn – Tokyo

 When I think of Tokyo the first thing that comes to mind is the Capsule Inn. There is nothing quite like it and you’d be a fool to give this one a miss. Essentially, it’s a hostel or shared accommodation, however, instead of getting your own bed, you get your own ‘capsule’, though some believe it looks more like an oven. Obviously it’s no luxury resort, but it’s nowhere near trashy, as you may expect. One of my main worries was the shared shower facilities (the Japanese are known for their open nudity), so I was pleasantly surprised to see the individual showers, the cool gadgety toilets and the level of cleanliness. Everything was provided for; we were given robes and slippers, as well as toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, face wash, cleanser and even toner. I was impressed! More to come on this subject!

2. Yoshimizu Inn – Kyoto

yoshimizu-inn-kyoto-japanOkay, so you’ve seen the advancements of Tokyo, now it’s time to step back and see the traditional in Kyoto. This inn has to be the cutest place I’ve ever stayed at, it’s up in the high hills of Maruyama Park and it’s surrounded by bamboo trees, cherry blossom or autumn leaves (depending on the time of year) and temples. Just think KungFu Panda. We were required to take off our shoes at the entrance of the hotel and were given Japanese robes along with slippers (once again). It felt like I was staying in someone’s home, except I didn’t have to clean up after myself.

This hotel offers breakfast but don’t expect croissants and jam, instead, you’ll be fed boiled eggs, warm soups and lovely Japanese concoctions. The shared bathroom facilities are clean, have an inside lock so you can shower alone, AND they have a Japanese bath – those who are curious to try it out but don’t want to be thrown in the deep end will appreciate this one.

3. Home stay – Kamakura

homestay-in-kamakura-japan
My sister and I were lucky enough to have found a family willing to let us say in their traditional Japanese home. At first, I was really apprehensive about it but I learnt so much and I’d do it all over again. I left feeling really privileged to have fully immersed myself in the Japanese culture. Our host family were nice enough to show us around Kamakura, dress us in kimonos and even cook for us! Can I also add that they fed us Kobe beef!? Kobe beef! It is the best tasting beef I have EVER tried!

I really recommend home stays as it’s where you’ll be most exposed to people’s way of living. Have a look around the web to see if anyone offers a similar experience for a small fee.

4. Henn-na Hotel aka The Robot Hotel – Sasebo


This is the only place where I haven’t actually stayed, but that’s not to mean it can’t be on my list! There’s no other hotel quite like this one. At entering, you are greeted and checked in by a friendly robot. A porter robot will then take your luggage to your room (at an extra fee) and each room has its own mini robot. It’s basically a hotel run by robots and how many more times can I say robot?

It’s an interesting one and even if it’s not your kind of thing, take a look anyway!

That’s it for now. I really hope you enjoy these sort of lists and please look out for future posts on Japan and my adventure!

The Girl Who Always Got Lost

A couple of evenings ago I was dragged to an exhibition (I secretly wanted to go) about maps. I’m not a map enthusiast, and after many hours of looking at maps, I’ve discovered I never will be, but I found myself being inspired by the stories behind some of the exhibits.The first that caught my attention was the story of Phyllis Pearsall who in 1935 became lost on her way to a party, despite having a map on her. Ironically, it was her father who had founded what at that time was the country’s leading map company, but she became so frustrated with the situation she kept finding herself in (pun intended), that she decided to take matters into her own hands. Pearsall walked over 3,000 miles and checked the names of over 23,000 streets, determined never to get lost again. Using all the information she had gathered, she eventually founded her own company. It started off slow but eventually came to be the country’s leading map company and created what we now know as the London A-Z.

Isn’t that inspiring? She quite literally had to take things into her own hands (or feet?) in order to make change, the change that she wanted to see happen. Life is showing me that if I take matters into my own hands, I can create the future I want! With patience and determination I can create change!

Also, apparently there was a musical about her… How did I not know about this?

Anyway, there were plenty of other gems but I’ll leave those for another post.