Monday, May 31, 2010

Hashish, Whore and Van Gogh

30/05/10

First of all I have to say-- I really dont like the smell of Hashish, it is everywhere here. ARghh!

Already in Amsterdam. Went to a shop selling seeds and mushroom truffles (which is said readily to eat), they have seeds and mushrooms from all over the world, I am surprised that Thailand produced mushrooms as well. Drug is common and legal, which I see this no wrong, like drinking and smoking, just a personal choice. That day a driver told me every dutch family can have 5 plants for their own consumption. Another truck driver, who is a muslim from Morocco picked me up, before I ask him what does he think about drug since he is a muslim, he told me he had a handful in his truck. And start telling me he believed when the time is right, GOD will make him change. The Dutch plant the weed but import hash from Lebanon and Morocco, even some from Belgium. The driver said it is funny that Belgens go to Amsterdam to consume in fact they are the one exporting the product.

And I walked around the red light district. Each small door keeps a whore, walked across a few streets and discovered different quality among streets. Some part have young, blonde and pretty girl; some have black and shapeless girl; some have agua. Anyway shapeless in the modern eyes can be sexy in the past, as the painting on women in the medieval period are all fat with big and loose tummy. Including our ancester Eve and the God of love Venus. Perhaps in the modern day some still appreciate this kind of ancient beauty.

Holland is definitely well-known for Van Gogh, but his Starry Night is not in this museum, what a shame. When I was in London, was telling Yuki that I cant understand what is so special about Van Gogh, the yellow chair, the red crabs etc, dont they look just normal? Perhaps he is well-known for his life story rather than for his painting. But guess I was too wrong. The museum was a good one, showcase his painting from the beginning when he decided to became an artist to the end of his life. A good chronological order to understand how his painting and mind changed across time, easily convinced me he is a real master. And he is a real master.

The journalist card do get me a free ticket to Van Gogh museum (14Euro saved) and Foam (photography museum, 8Euro saved), but it cant get me into the World Press Photo Exhibition and Erotic museum, another shame. The guy sitting at the counter in the Erotic museum look at me and say, so what, everybody pay for the museum. :-(

Will be departing to Germany tomorrow. It is only Rotterdam and Amsterdam in Holland. Holland is a beautiful country though.. things are cheaper than Belgium. Later will try to blackride a train back to where I stay. Please pray that I wont get caught or it will be 35Euro fine. Anyway I only have less than 2 Euro in my wallet.

Next stop is Bochum, a friend is there, wanted to visit her and see her new baby! Take care. Till then.

tham

p/s: if the way I am traveilng disgust you, I am REALLY REALLY sorry. (feel free to voice out!)

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Belgium

Luckily went to Brussel, it was really nice, nicer than Edinburgh, at least to me. But everything here cost, it cost to enter a museum, it cost to pee, it cost to store a luggage. So I used the journalist card from Khao San (and sent by my mum to London) to enter a museum, pee in the museum, and hide my luggage in a bush in the residencial area. Pay to pee is the most inhumane thing I can think off, how can you forbidden peeing anywhere yet charge for toilet? We are less free than a dog.

They told me I MUST try Belgium frittes (french fries), it is the best in the world. Belgen are best for their chocolate, beer and fries. I regretted that I tries it, how different can a potato tastes if it is still called potato? And it costs a bloody 3 pound. I saw the same frittes in Rotterdam just now, it was 30 cent euro. Crazy.

Belgium is expensive for food.. someone told me they are tax up to 21%.

Hitchhiking is not that hard after UK. Well that day when I hitch across from UK to France, I was offer a lift by a Turkish driver. Damn it yes Turkish driver. I was a bit reluctant but the day was getting dark. And as expected, after so many months of not expecting someone asking for sex, this driver asked. Turkish, almost 99.9% you get the same question. Sian.

Well alright. Shall write more when I have time, perhaps when I get to Amsterdam. The time in library to use to internet is running out and I almost got to prepare to depart for my day to Amsterdam... luckily now the day turned dark quite late, around 10pm, so I have plenty of time reaching a city late yet able to move around freely and comfortably.

Too bad although marijuana is legal in Holland, it wasnt so cheap, perhaps i wont try.. :)

bye bye

Monday, May 24, 2010

二度回伦敦


决定写中文,并且汇报自己的近况,虽然一直都有上载博客。
写中文是因为玉芝一直吵着让我不要再写英文,因为住在她家,唯有敷衍她一下。
汇报自己的近况是因为其实也不需要向谁汇报,博客其实是满足虚荣心的一种,充其量炫耀,并且填补一点空洞。

近来的最大发现:几天前突然间问自己要不要成为素食者。
从一个纯肉食者变成一个想要成为素食者的人,三十年的时间。
一年前如果有人问起,我还觉得是天方夜谭;三天前却觉得这一天将近。

近来最大的收获:开始享受搭便车。
一直认为英国人冷漠,平均一个半小时的等车时间让人不解。
一个女生,一个背包,外头五至八度的气候,什么原因一个半小时来来往往的车流里有人摇头拒绝,有人视若无睹,有人竖起拇指飞驰而过,有人伸出中指诅咒戏虐。
三个星期之后发现自己越来越有耐性,等车的心情自然,看着不同的人不同的反应,也是一种人格的观察。

近来让我最手忙脚乱的事:发现自己的时间实在不够,发现欧洲这一块竟然不小!
于是匆忙决定放弃那几个人家说是欧洲瑰宝的国家:法国,西班牙,意大利。

近来最雀跃的事:玉芝送我一本世界地图!
不要问我之前没有地图如何游走,我真的不知道。
今天整天在新地图上涂涂写写,很高兴。

近来的阳光指数:Perfect!

近来最想做的事:消化资讯消化得快一点,消化食物消化得慢一点。

近来想要向一些人交代的事:有些人因为看了我的私房地图特来函告知,那些我说会将书留一本给你的,后来因为合作没能成功,这次的免费书就给不成啦!

近来看了几部片,最印象深刻的是12Angry Men,非常经典的黑白片,直接表达社会如何塑造我们;Synecdoche, New York耐人寻味却看不懂。

近来积极落实的生活习惯:戒掉洗发水。
发现原来头发会越洗越脏,决定从今以后只用清水洗头,至少在回到热带雨林之前不再用洗发水。

近来对自己的观察:虽然没有刻意反资本主义,但消费习惯却没能否认这一点。
还是在买食物的。有些人第一次听到'Skipping',觉得我一定疯了。到目前还没有真正'Skip'过,大概因为我在乎你的眼光。(不太像我)
哦,那天还用八磅买了一条裤,裤子都破光了。

近来最常回答的问题:
1.几时要回家?明年四月前,因为护照四月过期了。
2.回家后做什么?教书,告诉所有学生读书是没有用的。
3.有想过出书吗?没有想过出游记,因为自己不喜欢看日记似的游记,除非以文学为出发点,那另当别论。
4.你是不是信神了?是的,我变成穆斯林了。

吓?哈哈,开玩笑的啦。

明天以后的预告:到欧洲后也许会更少上网,已经无法提前找couch,因为自己对路程会怎么走一点概念都没有,而且一段时间后,自己对将host自己的人也有一定的要求。餐风露宿听起来不浪漫,但应该还可以。

已经尽量拖到很长很长,已经很迟很迟。
应该睡觉了。
晚安。

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Serial Killer

21/05/10

The weather is getting more and more hot, I finally took off the inner layer pant that given by Yuki, also the purple sweater, the reason I need to go back to London, to return the stuffs to the owner ;)

Enjoy hitch hiking more and more these days, getting more patient and accepting those that giving me a lift is the one that planned, that have something to share with; and instead of complaining the coldness of the UK people, I appreciated those who see me as harmful and a chance for good culture exchange.

After some people questioning and telling me the dangerousness of hitch hiking, in this country which almost fully equipped with cameras, I finally came across the serial killer in the movie. That they said I will meet one day, and I will lost forever because no one is expecting me, I have no hotel booking, no friend, no scheduled buses or train, there will be no trace of see guat tham.

That day I was on my way to Cardiff, the capital of Wales. A former teacher, who is a car deliverer now (because he had an operation to remove a tumor in his throat and thus loss his voice and quit teaching) dropped me in a service station somewhere near M50. I took my time have my late lunch (pieces of raisin bread with honey and cheese, follow with a big bar of chocolare), and change my cardboard to 'CARDIFF'. I stood near the gas station, within 15 minutes, a truck stopped (it is not common for truck to stop in UK because of the insurance issue -- they wont cover if there is a passenger who is non employee in the truck) and say he can drop me at New Port, somewhere 12 miles away from Cardiff.

I climbed inside the truck, the driver has a strong accent I cant fully understand what he said. He told me he traveled to New York before and met another truck driver, traveling together and the American truck driver wanted to offer him a job. He said he cant get the job because the world shares the same criminal record system, and he committed crime before.

'The world shares the criminal record system?' I asked.
Yes.
'But I think unless you committed some serious crime. Did you kill someone?'
Yes.

Damn. My whole body freezed.
So this is the serial killer that my friend always talk about, who will drive me to a small road, for no reason, not even bother to sexual abuse me, just for the pleasure to kill and seeing the color of the blood stained the road.
'You killed someone?' I asked again, carefully.
No.

Haha.

Well I wish to write more but it is late now. Need to sleep as tomorrow will be again a long day on the road, hitching from Cardiff to London. There is a football match in London so hopefully there are plenty of cars going there. Will be staying in London as short as possible, moving to Europe soon, hopefully to head to Eastern Europe straightaway, guess I have not much time for western europe. Is a hard decision to make though.. or may be I shall fly.

Till then, hope the killer story makes up your day ;)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Squat

18/05/10

After heard for such a long time, finally I was in a squat for 2 nights and eating skipped food. The squat is in Edinburgh and most houses are on top of trees, they are there initially to protest the construction of a new motorway, and they are still there now because the owner of the land (Edinburgh University) has to spend too much money to remove the houses from the tree (following British regulation) and is not worth to do that.

These people are of different ages, mostly 20(ies), building new tree houses, skip for food, some have job but others not. Anyone can just go and stay, but be warned, it is damn cold at night! I have heard of skipping (dumpster diving) for long time. I did not participate this time as well, when they say they are going for picnic, I requested to follow. The food are already out from the bin, 3 girls sat on the grass with a huge pack of food, beside that is 2 whole boxes of mint kit kat. All from the bin. I heard before how wasteful is the country, I saw it by myself. Cookies, crackers, celery, onions, cheese, breads, bacon, chocolate, milk, juices, crackers, smooked fish. You wont believe it if you did not see it by yourself.

One fine day we opened the bin, it was full of cheddar cheese, underneath the layer of cheddar cheese was butter, underneath that was bacon, the young Scottish boy who lived in the squat for over a year told me.

My friend wasn't easy with the way I travel. May be you should go back, earn money and then come out, she suggested. How would you travel if you have no money?! I guessed my travel style disturbed her. I wanted to tell her that I wouldnt spend money on a lot of thing even if I have money, should not encourage capitalism. She must think that I am crazy.

Going to leave UK soon, not a place for me certainly, not because of the price but the lacking of the taste of human being. I am lucky I am not born here.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Sunshine!

14/5/10

First of all, I have a new look on my profile! Isn't it look good ;-)

Secondly, I am in Edinburgh. Who told me Edinburgh is beautiful?... Hmm.. to be frank I dont really like the place, too depressing for me, dimmed dark cathedral and churches, quiet streets, very much like what we read in Holmes, rainy and cloudy and ghostly (although Holmes based in London), BUT.. I have 2 young couple as my host, they are super awesome and really bright my day up!!

Have a hard day from Leeds to Edinburgh though.. (again) a hard day, but still successfully reached the destination before the day turned dark. Was sent by the traffic police to the service station when I was hitching on the motorway, which I dont realised because the double carriadge just get to upgraded to the motorway. The policemen were kind, they gave me water and self-heated food because they are afraid that I might not get a ride until the day turned dark and need something to eat ;) I am too 'sua gu' to never see a self heated food before, but I gave it to the next truck driver that gave me a ride, that truck driver is going to get married next month, he got a wife through a dating website, a women from China.

Found hitchhiking in the UK is extremely hard, in average waited for 1.5 hours to get a lift, sometimes it can be a short lift. Quite depressing. Might just skipped the whole western Europe and heading to the east, especially after I scrutinized the map of Europe, man it is huge! and I might not have enough time (only have time until October).

Up to now,.. well the 'advanced' country still not my cup of tea.. I can imagine how many artifact I am going to see later when I step in the National Museum of Scotland, I missed the museum in Tehran where you get some important thing but not overwhelmed. The National Gallery can be good as well, but again.. too much for me to digest always.

The only thing I like about here is, you can ask any question you want. 'There is no stupid question here', my friend told me. I felt free to ask anything from the plant to a word on the signboard to the culture to whatever simple thing I can think of, and people answer you without giving you a weird stare. That's what I love here.

Well it is sunshine outside (rare sunshine) and I need to go out before the sky covered by grey cloud again. The weather in the UK is simply awful and I will have doubt if people dont suffer from depression. This is definitelt not my place.

(just after I type the above sentence, the sunshine is gone! arghh)

Till then.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Tough day

10/05/10

Reached Leeds at 6pm.
Less than 400km road, loser(ly) 9 hours.
Took 3 hours to get out from London.
Finally on the right sliproad to M1 where there is a pullway for car, a Spanish picked me up.
Shall drop at a service station but the Spanish dropped me at a point off M1.
No traffic from that road to M1, waited for more than one and a half hour to get a jamaican british who is about to doze off to pick me up. We chatted a lot to keep him awake..
He dropped me at somewhere 80miles to Leeds. With wide pullway, but no one stop for another 1.5 hours. I dunno why.
Rain started and I added my clothing.. warm hat, scarf. Shivering.
No one stop still.
Finally one Taiwanese stopped, he is heading to Nottingham only, I asked him to drop me at the nearest service station.
Right at the service station, I pointed my thumb up, a car stopped. Going to Leeds. Bingo!

Monday, May 10, 2010

太多太多

伦敦是个过多的城市,过多的博物院,过多的资讯,过多的食物,过多的歌剧,过多的市场,过多的音乐剧,过多的游行,过多的选择,连雨,也下得过多。

做好上苏格兰的准备,天气预测却一点都不漂亮。
如果明天醒来天气不好,就准备放弃整个英国,一星期内启程到巴黎;天气好的话北上南下两个礼拜后再走。

甭问我伦敦如何了,每天没出门就在上网;出了门就注意流浪汉住哪里,哪个垃圾桶有别人丢弃的没有被碰过的食物。
发现另一种生活方式,流行在一群年轻的西方者中,这些人搭便车,捡拾物资泛滥的西方社会的丢弃品,睡在废弃的楼房里;这些人多数知道什么是环保,知道如何用最少的资源生活,如何跳出金钱体系,一大部分在念大学,深读天文地理哲学音乐,用独特的方式享受独特的自由。

我的房里开了一扇窗,不因为看了大英博物馆或看了一部莎士比亚剧场。

ps:来伦敦很爽的事,是吃到酱青,还有cili padi。

Sunday, May 9, 2010

阿曼,约旦


天气阴沉沉的昨天,两个人坐在电脑前改照片。
从来不晓得自己拍的东西可以那么美丽,平时觉得挑得上一两张来秀秀大家已算是不错,怎么知道yuki帮我一改,自己也吓到自己。

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Arrived

02/05/10

For those did not get my email, already arrived in London yesterday afternoon. Hitch hike from Manchester, not as easy as in the Middle East but doable. We have so much chat and chat and chat; food and food and food. I think I will gain weight here.

Saying byebye

28/04/10

Walking in the town of Rosetta, I felt myself blessed. I have lost this feeling since few months ago, thinking of going back home, settling down etc etc.,now I cant imagine if the ticket 2 days later is to Kathmandu rather than Manchester, will I hesitate in boarding the plane? It was supposed heading to the end of the story, but I am about to turn a new page and wait to read a new line.

We said bye bye this morning. Did I tell you that I met Gabor, my travel partner in Syria again in Egypt? We travelled together for the past one week, it was much easier this time, I mean say good bye. When he said 'chao chao', I felt myself in an orchestra, the conductor waived the last note, everything ceased. I think this time it is a good ending, I love to be ended like this.

Despite all the arguements we always fought into, his critical attitude, stereotyping and jumping fast into conclusion, self centered that annoyed me, he is a great teacher with a simple desire to teach, even for the thing that you already know (sometimes he makes you think that in his mind, you must be an idiot). It is very funny (yes funny) to see one with a mindset 'if i am wrong, there is always a reason; if you are wrong, that's because you are stupid'. But I am able to survive with him for so long, through him, I learned how to deal with my own frustration, how to be more patient and have more compassion. He dragged me out of my matrix, it is a challenge to expand the tolerance. So this time, I really like him as a person, this view make traveling with him easier, I was no longer attached to him like the first time in Syria, we are two individuals that mature enough to go on our own way when the show ended.

Reminded me a French song talking about voyageur, one of the thing that vovageur learned (if i spell correctly), 'nous sarions plier bagage, lorsque l'amour sefini' (we would know how to pack our luggage, when love is over).