Melting in Mombasa

We passed a small truck with animal carcasses swinging in the rear and a cart strapped down with vegetables. The carcasses were ravaged by flies and I realised I was looking at a butchers van. I tried to experience a culture shock, I tried, honestly I did but I guess I’m not the culture shock type. Our bus weaved it’s way through the busy streets as it transported us from the airport to the hotel so I sat back and admired the colorful vista of the Mombasa streets. It’s pissing down here and has been for a week so I’m reminiscing on a trip some years ago to beautiful Kenya.

The heat was tolerable, if you don’t mind being in a constant state of ‘wetness’ hmmm… sounds wrong but hey ho 😉. We had a chalet, well more of a posh hut –  it had air conditioning and the sweat dried once you manage to crawl in there. The staff in the hotel were so…. lovely and the breakfast ‘Egg Chef’ was a real character, a born entertainer. For some reason later in the day he told me about his grandfather who had been part of the Mau Mau uprising and hanged by the British. “What a fucked up world” I said.

“It is what it is,” he said and shrugged. I attempted to speak Swahili but only really managed to get as far as ‘Jambo.’ They told me it means hello but also ‘how are you doing?’ (not in a Joey from Friends way) it has many uses depending on how you phrase it, so I kinda stuck with Jambo. The hotel was a little dated but really comfortable sadly it was closed not long after we were there due to inter communal differences, that’s the British of saying, ‘shit storm.’ Take a look at before and after.

I met a lovely family from Geordie Land (they’re all lovely up there) the father didn’t believe in Sun Tan lotion and yes, we did explain that Sun Tan lotion is different from Father Christmas. Anyaways eventually we convinced him that 40 degrees in Africa is different from 20 degrees in Newcastle so he acquiesced. We didn’t see him the next day, his wife said he was in bed. Never having used any protection he didn’t really see the difference between Sun Tan lotion and After Sun.

One night we were visited by the local Masai tribe who danced for us. It was quite a spectacle and I had a go but I did feel uncomfortable that such an ancient proud people had to perform in hotels, there again maybe they thought it strange that westerners payed to see them doing something they enjoyed doing anyway?

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One night we had a bit of a gathering and one of the women placed a drink order with the waiter, something like five beers, two Gin and tonics, two Pina Coladas and two cokes. He looked at her and nodded. You know what? We never saw him again 😉 Oh well nice to remember the hot days in these days of rain and wind.

 

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The Indian in the Airing Cupboard

Living in Delhi or Mumbai you may be puzzled by the title but the Indian I refer to is what we now call Native Americans.

When I was 4-6 years-old Native Americans didn’t exist, well they did but they were Indians and they fought cowboys. I spent many happy hours riding my Palomino (mum’s old bike) around the plains (abandoned aerodrome) slaughtering said Indians Native Americans in defense of the fort (dads farm) or ranch (dads farm) My best friend was Johnny (imaginary) and my true love June (also imaginary) always at my side. Life was good. Until:PTDC1555

To quote Meatloaf, ‘Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night,‘ you awake for no reason you can explain. The bedroom door is ajar. And, illuminated solely by the moon’s glare, like Judy Garland in the spotlight, is the airing cupboard door! For the uninitiated: An airing cupboard is where a hot water tank was situated, before the days of combi-boilers. It was Mum’s domain with clothes folded in an impeccable fashion and no male was allowed in there. So where else would a revenge seeking Red Indian  Native American hide? I stared at that cupboard night after night. I was terrified because I knew he had a Tomahawk and was waiting to jump out to slaughter me. He never did (in case you’re wondering) But I guess it taught me that every action has a reaction, in a strange way 😘😘

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Observations by the Pool

Splash, laughter, splash, laughter, scream. They’re all having such fun but you know there’s going to be tears at any moment. Then it happens and you nod cynically to yourself, thought so. The hysteria eventually ceases as little Johnny realises that when his sister splashed water in his face the world didn’t end, he isn’t blinded for life and his sister is so very sorry. And so the splashing and laughing resumes.

For two little tots though, it has been different. They have cried for two days as their parents endlessly adorned them with Batman/Spider-Man swimming costumes, armbands and rubber rings. These ‘tools’ of floatation have been accompanied with constant words of encouragement “Isn’t this fun?” And lots of oooohs and ahhhs in that wonderful baby talk that we adults adopt when talking to small children and animals. But to no avail, “No, no want to get out!” The toddlers cried and sometimes screamed.

Then, today something in the universe changed. Today, the father, who in all honesty has the tenacity and patience of a Highland Deer Stalker, manipulated them into the baby pool whereupon realising they could stand they commenced to jump up and down now he can’t get them out 😂😂

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Roasted Yorkshireman

Makes a difference to Roasted Beef I guess. I love roasting in the sun and I know all about skin cancers etc, but you know me by now? Totally irresponsible when it comes to that stuff. What I do love about this break though is the Cyprus cool (ish) mornings, well at 06:30 at any rate😂

Thunderstorms have been forecast but unlike England where it’s going to piss down all day the Cypriot Gods only allow them at night. This leaves beautiful fresh mornings for running and blistering days for roasting, (thigh? or breast? 😉) Although this morning was a trifle precarious and stilted 😂

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I’ve Been a Naughty Blogger

Anyone typing ‘Naughty Blogger’ into their rather seedy Search Bar hoping for stockings and suspenders are going to be hugely disappointed.

By naughty I mean lapsed, one comment already from the delightful Angel at https://watchyourlifeinpictures.wordpress.com/ left me feeling all chastised and ever so humble, 😘 I’ll try and explain. The Siege of Mr Khan’s Curry Shop (the novel what I did write) has been edited by the very talented Esther Newton https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/ Her feedback was fabulous, but a lot of work is required so next week was going to be my last post as I threw every spare moment into a final rewrite 😩.

Before I could throw myself upon my pen and the ink of my blogging soul seeped into the sand I realised that Further Education is a crock of poo (didn’t want to write ‘shit’ in my blog) I could go on, but that would be boring, ask the Princess she’s been listening to it for years.

So tomorrow I will resign and from January I will be a full time writer. I’ve always said. “If you really believe and have faith in something then it will happen.” Looks like it’s test time once more. I don’t know, the things I do just to get a blog post out 😘

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Beverley’s Golden Girl

Ten year old Roisin wanted to run but could only commit to every other weekend and her local athletic club demanded every weekend so she joined Beverley Barracudas Swimming club. But running was something she wanted, so her mum took her to the local Parkrun on some Saturdays but why would a ten-year-old little girl want to run 5k with a bunch of adults? A question I posed to my running partner and Roisin’s mum and you know what she told me? “Fun.”

Roisin established herself as a talented runner and swimmer from the start. Running her first 5k in August 2013 at the Peter Pan Parkrun with a time of 24:16 she was soon running up front with the men and held the Junior Women’s record for 6 years, her last PB was 21:07. It was Mark Walby of Humber Tri-Athletes who suggested she may like to take up the Biathle, a continuous run, swim, run. Roisin, relentless in her persuasion, convinced her mum and dad that this wasn’t just a fad and they decided to invest the time and expense required to transport Roisin to training and competitions and so she joined the Humber Triathletes Junior training sessions.

Flick to 2018 and Roisin had the required time to compete in the National Championships at Salford Keys. Her mum thought that the water possibly resembled a swamp and the kids could have used an upturned shopping trolley instead of a buoy, but Roisin was determined and her mum thought, ‘at least we have a decent National Health Service. and Roisin can drink an can of coke afterwards.’ Apparently coke can get rid of germs. So, Roisin took up the challenge and in July of that same year aged fifteen, found herself in Egypt as part of Team GB. She cleared one and a half minutes off her previous time, finished 8th in the world, 2nd girl in the team and helped the team secure a Silver Medal.

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A scare came this year when Roisin developed knee problems and visited the physio. He was amazed that she had reached Championship level, but on a positive note said if she carried out all the exercises he had prescribed there was no reason why she shouldn’t be a Champion. This year Roisin has already qualified for the World Championships in Florida in 2019 (in 4weeks time) and the future looks bright. Like all our top female athletes, Roisin has had excellent grades in her GCSE’s, she trains hard, eats well, gets her rest and is committed. But she is going nowhere until the eyebrows are just right. 🙂

 

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Parkrun Princess

So last year the Princess having never run in her life decided to start running, but kept it a secret as she worked her way through the Couch to 5k program, she never told a soul. I guess she was probably wary that I may try to take over and ‘coach’ her. Well, I call it coaching and she calls it bullying, I didn’t know there was a difference; having been coached by the Master many years ago 😉 So today was her very first 5k Parkrun and guess what she wants to do more 😂 Just goes to show what you can achieve if you really want, proud of her 😀

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I’m Ready, Let’s Hope They Are 🤨

I’m always a bit lapsed in August, like that bloody White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, there’s never enough time. Although next week I have an exciting post to write so watch this space haha, anyaways back to now, or should I say the last two weeks.The workshop in which I teach was a dump. You know when people haven’t had a system? This was them. “Hey, where’s the small roofing square, buddy?”

“On the shelf in the cupboard,” he replies.

“Nope” say I.

I then spent the next half hour looking for it. I can’t work without a system it makes the job ten times harder. So entering my second full year at this college I decided to take it to task. Two weeks later we have a Workshop that is workable. My bricklaying tutor colleague and I dare I say friend? Well, he joined in and came up with a brilliant idea to brighten up the corridor where students can now start their journey by Hopscotching their way to lessons 😂 Yes, shock horror we’re trying ‘fun’ as a teaching technique.

So that’s why I have been lapsed recently, but this isn’t Peaky Blinders, so I doubt you were sitting on the edge of your chaise longue in eager anticipation 😉 Of course I say the revamped workshop looks fab but we have to wait and see what our students reaction will be yet 😂

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A Trip to London and a Bucket of Atheletes

A pack of dogs and a gaggle of geese, not sure if it’s a bucket of athletes, but you know sometimes I just get fed up of Googling everything and go with my gut. So here we are in the smoke as they say, although the smoke, along with Queen Victoria has long gone. The first thing I noticed was how majestic the stadium looked but after all it is in the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park, remember 2012? I think I lost my voice on Super Saturday 😂Three Golds in 45 minutes!

So this was it, all the passion, sweat and tears were about to unfold before my very eyes. If you haven’t got it yet I am passionately in love with athletics, the Princess is always amazed how I can sit and cry over a young woman or man (but mainly woman) winning a race! But heyho we’re all different 😀 I won’t go into great detail of who was there and who won what, because if you’re not into athletics it could be tedious. But I have to mention three people because I love them, I know I never quite managed to get out of teenage mode 😘 Richard Kilty who had a rough time last year with injury ran like a god in the 4×100 Relay. That’s him shouting, “Hand!” 😀

Then of course there was our Scottish heroine Lynsey Sharp who just ran and ran to win the 800m💐

Now here’s where tears really flow Dina Asher-Smith. The sport’s ‘darling’ as a little girl she was a bag carrier at the 2012 Olympics. Now she is one of the fastest women in the world and just so lovely, but I’ll let you make up your own mind 😀 Dina being Dina

2015 London Diamond League

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Ordinary Days Can Be Special

We live in a time where phenomenon and greatness is all around. Last weekend I had the honour of attending the Anniversary Games at the London Olympic Stadium. But before then we visited friends. That was always going to be a nice couple of days, but you know what? It was very special. On the Friday it was their daughters 18th birthday. OMG! She was nearly one year-old when the Princess and I got wed 😂 Then on the Saturday we went to Leigh-on-Sea. Okay, never heard of it, but I was happy to tag along. What a great place, it’s not Monaco or Las Vegas, Harold didn’t lose an eye there and I don’t think there were any sermons on the mount.

You know me I’m a sucker for stories 🤪 And there was a very simple story in Leigh, a boat called Endeavour. Just a tiny little boat that was requisitioned by the admiralty to sail to Dunkirk and pick up stranded soldiers, they say great things come in small packages 😘

You know I’m a crap reviewer, so I’ll not bore you by going on too much, but Leigh does have great restaurants and lots of fresh seafood, yummy 😋 Oh! and a museum.

But spending a lovely weekend with lovely people (no I didn’t forget them 😘) was just fabulous. Next week I really need to bend your ears about the Anniversary Games 🤪

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