The Crashpacker
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- Member since
- 2nd December 2008
I never meant to go travelling, I just went. You start moving and can't stop, and when you do come to rest the inertia swells in your head like the tide until the sea takes you off again.
or, you get bored, book a flight and just go!
The Crashpacker's activity
- March 2011
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Nothing for tourists here....
So, i'm sitting in between a local MP and a big time property developer drinking bad red wine that passes as OK port"
- October 2010
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Markets of Madrid
Sunday morning. A Madrid hangover often involves a coffee in a bar while your fellow party animals carry on sinking cervezas."
- April 2010
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post What am I doing here, Drinking in Dubai?
Dubai rises out of the desert, all tallest, newest, richest, biggest and most expensives."
- March 2010
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post So, this is what its like to be Shipwrecked?
In Thailand, when the captain of a boat says the weather is too dangerous to carry on, he starts laughing. Thats when I started worrying."
- January 2010
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Penang - the Jewel of the Orient?
The magnificent villas of the past are still standing, sleeping and unbreathing. Dustily uncared for."
- December 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Murder on the Phi Phi express
I was dancing, chatting and drinking with an assortment of party people and local folk wearing fluffy red and white santa hats."
- November 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Where are all the French?
Maybe this basement was bricked up in the war?" I suggested."
- October 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Indian summers in the UK
England is a strangely backward place, where people say ''Nice Day'' even if it is raining."
- August 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post A Wing and A Prayer
For the good of the world and our kids, lets hope 'Budget Flights' are just a silly passing fad."
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Exit through gift shop...
We queued for 3 hours with a couple of cans of local cider - it seemed appropriate as Bristol is the home of scrumpy and Bristol is the home of everyones favourite street artist, Banksy."
- July 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Tonys Shoestrings
50 pence just bought me a copy of 'South East Asia on a Shoestring' by Tony Wheeler. (Its not the original guide but a 1981 update)"
- June 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Zanzibar to Killi
No, you're not on the passenger list." said the check-in guy, stuck his bottom lip out, and leaned back in his seat as if he was going back to sleep."
- May 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Everyone loves DUMBO
NoHo, SoHo, Tribeca, NoLita - New Yorkers love their geographical acronyms - NoHo - north of Houston, SoHo - south of Houston, Tribeca - the triangle below Canal Street , NoLita - north of Little Italy..."
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Just keep driving!
I live in a country where if you drive in a straight line for 3 hours, chances are you'll end up in the sea. England is a small island and we're not used long journeys, in fact Brits are pretty suspicious of large distances - because we don't have any!"
- April 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Theatre on the Frontline
London's Burning! Rioters close down the City! Mob Smashes Bank! This I had to see, so I strolled up to the front of a line of riot police and asked the copper how I could get the 149 bus to London Bridge."
- March 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Seasonaires at Sixty miles an hour
Seasonaires are an odd bunch. Bright, young things, following their dreams to the mountains and spending six months of winter working in menial jobs so they can be there, every day, skiing or snowboarding."
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Dead Leg IV
Last run of the day, fading light, a quick joint and then drop into untouched snow between dark green trees. Powder fizzes as your board cuts over it, and we were riding fast, snaking tight, blind corners through trees."
- February 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Non-generic Angkor Wat Entry
Cambodia is boiling. On the dirty, dusty Poi-pet border the heat rises, in Siam Reap, buildings are bubbling up from the jungle - big shiny 5-star palaces. Crowds steam and churn around the ancient towers of Angor Wat as the sun rises..."
The Crashpacker reviewed Kilimanjaro in Moshi, Tanzania
Hitting the peak of Kilimanjaro is a shock, a relief and an ecstatic rush all rolled into one. The orange horizon burned my eyes after hiking for 6 hours in the dark, my fingers were frozen, lips ripped apart from the wind and sand. My boots weighed te…"
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post A Date with A Legend
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind She lost her youth and she lost her Tony Now she's lost her mind"
- January 2009
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Dead Leg III - Heaven had no Ski Lifts
Heaven had no ski lifts. Heaven had no piste maps, queues or cafes. But Heaven did have a dull, groaning, grinding Bulgarian Army Tank."
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Head in the clouds, up Kilimanjaro
Hitting the peak of Kilimanjaro is a shock, a relief and an ecstatic rush all rolled into one. The orange horizon burned my eyes after hiking for 6 hours in the dark, my fingers were frozen, lips ripped apart from the wind and sand."
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Off the tourist trail in Siam Reap
This one isn't in your guide book. Strolling though the night market of Siam Reap, passing over the bangles and t-shirts that are the same in every market in asia, and the smokey barbeque stands, I spot a sign. '3D Cinema'"
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Killi - in my sights! But first, New years eve
There she is. Standing firm through the thin blanket of clouds over the African planes, a great big square chunk of rock dumped in the middle of Africa. Kilimanjaro, viewed from my airplane window looks amazing. But first New Years in Zanzibar. "
- December 2008
The Crashpacker wrote a blog post Dead Leg II - Map to a Secret Snow Paradise
"The map arrived on a cold, dark, wet London morning in January. The map was a glowing ray of adventure and mystery on a cold, dark, wet London morning. An Adventure that would see me facing death in a cold, dark, snowy paradise."
