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Crabs, Crazies, Crack Cocaine and California Raisins

The events which followed the Night of the Burning Hands...

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So its the day after the god-awful burning hands fiasco which as you know from my previous blog kinda messed up all of our sleeping patterns...thanks Amber! You bleedin wanker.
Ben actually managed to get to work on time somehow but me and Amber basically stayed in ALL day watching movies, eating subway, and procrastinating about going out and doing all sorts of good. One day merged into the next and I can't really tell you what happened. Not because of the weed. Well....maybe a bit because of the weed, but mostly because of the obscene amount of sleeping that occured as a result of Amber's gay arse stupid burning hands night.
I dont know how many days later it was but Amber and I eventually did the outrageously gay and girly thing : SHOPPING. Only not all handbags and lipgloss and shiny hair and cute pink things....I was introduced to Forever21 which is this awesome cheap clothes shop, anyway it has 4 floors but I only managed 3 floors before freaking out and leaving the store. It was too much. Do you know how much money I would have spent if I'd done the fourth floor!! Anyway so we took a break and went for some Moscow Mules (the best I've ever had) in a cool little cafe and felt pretty perked up after that. Another couple of bars and we met Ben in the Pike brewery where we had some more beers...We were planning on eating at the infamous Crab Pot this night and given the expense thought we would get halfcut beforehand ;) Given that we were eating within the hour, Amber ordered some food at the brewery to warm up. I would say she's a complete fool for having food all the time before meals but it honestly never made any difference. That girl can pack it!
We got to the Crab Pot and there was a 45 minute wait which we spent wisely at the bar ;) By the time our table was ready I knew what I was having. I hadn't travelled to the other side of the world to eat little prawns and miniature corn on the cobs, whoah no, I planned on going all the way with a deluxe seafood banquet. The staff put a plastic tarp over your table and give you a bib, then you select a bucket full of all manner of sea creatures which is then thrown all over your table for you to pick at. Our bucket was $40 each for me and Amber. Ben ordered a fish butty $7. What a cock. I mean seriously...wtf was he thinking. All this glorious seafood (and wine) and he opts for the cheapest crappiest thing on the menu. More fool you Ben! We took some fun pictures ...fun/disgusting, you can decide...got a bit tiddly, but by the time we left, we were far too full to attempt any further drinking and ended up going back home. Going home was interesting once again. Amber and I decided to get into a taxi, however Ben had his bicycle so we decided to race home. Bear in mind it was all uphill, and I'd say about a 1 and a half mile trip, I thought we'd nail it. Anyway so we got in the taxi (another Swahili-man I think) and told him the address and to go fast fast, as fast as you can! At first I could tell he didnt understand what was happening but when Ben went speeding past us at the traffic lights, he soon cottoned on and put his foot right down. He was literally drag racing Ben at this point and we cheered him on as we overtook Ben leaving him for dead. Unfortunately however, when we got outside the apartment building, not only did he overshoot it slighty, he then partook in some unfathomable fannying which caused a delay in us actually exiting the taxi during which time Ben was back and barfing in the bushes. This was the second time I'd witnessed Ben being ill (the first time years ago in India) and it was still funny. He literally fought so hard to get home before us, he couldnt breathe and was puking up. Silly old Ben.


The following day, Amber and I had to go to the university area to return some books or something, and I thought I would go to the museum whilst I was there. We had a mosey around the u-district area and had a burrito, then she went off to work and I fannied about looking for the museum. The tourist brochures made it sound good, great even. The tourist brochures were wrong. It was 2 floors, and about the size of half a football pitch. The displays were ridiculous and even though no signs pointed this out, some of the skeletons clearly weren't to scale. I mean, yes maybe it's obvious that a saber-tooth lion couldnt be the same size as a loaf of bread, but why was it displayed as a 'replica'? Honestly. After I wasted an hour of my time in there, I then spent a further 30mins trying to find a convenience shop. It made me feel lucky to live in a place like the Isle of Man where we have co-ops, spas, whilos, newsbeats and whatnot. Over there...NADA! I actually started to feel ill because I was so dehydrated but I didnt want to go in some faggy pretentious art-cafe. They dont have shops there! I walked for ages in the middle of town, and the only place I could get a bottle of water and a can of coke was from a kebab shop! Stooooopid. Anyway enough of that, I took a bus back to downtown and somehow found myself on the fourth floor of Forever21. I really tried. I tried not to go there but the voices told me to. I wont say what happened up there.
I headed back to the flat and watched some tv and had a little rip and a kip, and woke up at 9pm with Ben looming over me laughing at my feebleness for falling asleep during the day like a stupid old person. He was dragging me out. Well actually we were off to see Amber at work in the Bavarian themed bar where we were also due to play a game of......Oh I forget what it was called. It was like bowls, but better, and with beer. I enjoyed it very much, mostly because I was kicking Ben's butt, but also because I had a bratwurst and that was nice.
We only stayed for a couple of beers then headed home where I crashed again and basically didnt wake up until next morning. LAME.

Amber and I had some epic plans for this 'last' day. Taking this into consideration, I put my finest Iron Man morph suit on and by around 11am (after all the excessive faffing that was now just part of the usual routine) headed out to find Beths....the cafe made famous by that dickhole from Man vs Food. Ok so he's not really a dickhole, he's actually pretty good at the challenges but what a fat bastard. Anyhoo, Amber had never been to Beths before and it was a bit out of town so we messed around on the wrong buses for a spell and eventually got onto the right one. This is where everything started getting a bit weird.
So I'm standing there (as Ironman) talking to Amber, when I notice a guy behind her on the back row is trying to smoke a cigar. I started laughing and told Amber but after a minute, people started getting a bit shifty opening windows etc. He looked pretty handy so although nobody said anythign to him, a guy who looked like Will.I.Am started making his way to the front of the bus (to tell the driver we all assumed). I was describing the cigar thing to Amber but the paper fell away and what I was actually looking at was a crack pipe. I had wondered why he was having difficulty lighting it, and why there was no smokey smell. This guy was smoking crack on our bus. As soon as I realised this, the bus was pulling over, the doors opened and a small and very angry Samuel L Jackson in bus drivers uniform started shouting at the guy to get off the bus. Everyone was silent apart from the crack man who was arguing back and denying smoking. At no point during the entire of this fiasco did I think "SHIT! I AM IRON MAN, I CAN KICK THIS GUYS ASS". I just completely forgot. Next time....
Anyway so this fight broke out and long story short, Amber got shoved through the open doors with the crazy crack-bastard, the doors closed, and we sped off! I started shouting to the driver but he wasnt stopping. And who could blame him. The crack-wielding maniac was actually chasing the bus and smashing his fists into the ass of it. I couldnt see Amber any more and prayed when i got off at the next stop, I could go back and find her (in tact). Some guy was like 'Hey, where you from?!?'....I was like 'err the UK' and he smiled like a doofus and simply said 'Welcome to Amuuurica!'. Cheers buddy.
Anyway after running dressed like a superhero down the highway for 10 blocks, I found Amber thankfully and we laughed it off and found our way to Beths where we were greeted warmly by presumably Beth herself.
We ordered a big bastardly 12 egg veggie omelette. It really was a sight to behold! I mean, check it the fuck out:


We made our way through about half of it then decided to walk it off. I tried to dispense some before leaving and on my return Amber told me the weird guy sitting behind us with his head tattooed in place of hair, waggled his split snake tongue at her. He also challenged me to a fight. Then a stepford wife looking woman told me and Amber we were adorable. SWEEEET.
After a walk in the park, a fake defecation and some duck-chasing, we hopped back on a bus down into town, where we picked up some equally entertaining fancy dress for Amber....a California Raisins outfit. Honestly, my face hurt from laughing when we got back at the end of the day. We met Ben and got on the ferry to Bainbridge island. I was excited. Ben was even more excited and decided to spill not one, but 2 beers on the floor. Right after Amber said 'Dont spill my beer'. He had to have done it on purpose.
Anyway so we got to Bainbridge and Amber realised she had confused it with another island and actually there was nothing to do here. So good job we brought the bong. We did a nice little walk around a nature trail, I peed in the woods, and we had a half hour long debate on whether a stick was in fact a stick, or if it was a lizard. But it was just a stick. Just like it was a duck and not an otter. We had a laugh and got back on the boat and didnt spill any more beer, but we did enjoy a very majestic view of Seattle's skyline all lit up nice and purdy. It was a nice end to the trip. Not the very end though.
After we docked, we took a cab to Annapurna, a Nepalese/Himalayan restaurant. We picked it specifically because of the sentimental side of things - Ben, Amber and I all met in the Himalayas, and here we were, finishing in the Himalayas (downstairs in a pokey restaurant). SYMBOLISM. It was fantastic food and really brought back some amazing memories. But it was about half 10 when we finished. We waddled back to the apartment and I packed my bag. I was to leave at 4am and we planned on going to a gaybar where the men dance in cages suspended over the dancefloor.
I say planned....it didnt happen. We all fell asleep when we got back and I woke up at 3:45am so the goodbye was a swift one and off I went to Tacoma International, now knowing when I would see my awesome yankee-buddies again.....

I didnt have time to dwell on this too much as I had bigger fish to fry. To cut a long story short, I had an awful journey home due to the airline cancelling my original direct flight and rerouting me via Dallas and Philly, throwing in a few delays here and there. The biggest drama was on flight number 2. A man walking down the aisle collapsed right next to me, had a seizure and barfed everywhere. And he was a big fella. And they seriously couldnt move him. I thought he was gonna die. I was actually in tears if I'm honest. It all seems so silly and stupidly typical now considering my other dramas but this one was scary too and I obviously wanted him to be okay. Anyway, thankfully he was and the medics came when we touched down and took him away (to a better place?) and that was that. WHAT NEXT!! Dear lord. I seemed to encounter all manner of misfortune on this trip and it was a miracle I got home okay. But I did, and I'm able to hopefully entertain you with my stories!

So I hope you enjoyed reading this blog. Needless to say there will be more. In fact, I am leaving for a Canarian adventure in June, then and Indian Pilgrimage in October. And both trips I have actually managed to get other people to travel with me! And they know all about my mishaps! Must be mad :-/

Good bye for now readers :) x

Posted by Lady-K 06.04.2014 17:02 Archived in USA Comments (0)

How to Get to Seattle in 3 Planes & 1 Boat to Nowhere..Badly

Bongs, Bloody Marys, Burlesque and Burning Hands

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Well, 2 false starts, one 9 hour boat trip to nowhere, 7 flights later, here I am alive and well after a trip of epic proportions.

My holiday kicked off in typical Russell fashion with some of the best, thickest sea fog I've ever seen disrupting my departure on Wednesday evening. Arriving at Ronaldsway, it was packed beyond belief and all flights 'delayed'. My nerves started kicking in. What if I didnt make it? I would miss my connection to Amurrica! If there were even any planes on the runway, I couldn't see them so after 20 mins, I jumped in a cab to the Sea Terminal. £20 it cost me....it was already turning out to be an asshole of a journey. On the boat, my spirits lifted however the nice man behind the bar told me to get to manchester I would have to wait for a bus at 2am or get a 2hr taxi. Errr...
I started frantically running around the boat asking random people for lifts but got nothing other than sympathy and that was about as useful as Anne Frank's drum kit. As it happened, I didn't have to make a decision because the damned godforsaken piece of shit that doubles as the Ben-My-Chree couldn't dock because of the fog. Seriously? Technology allows us to go into space, replace lost limbs, create multicoloured tomatoes, but they couldn't land a boat. UNBELIEVABLE. And thus began the long trip home. I arrived back in Douglas after a pointless stinking 9 hours and was collected by my mother who deposited me next to the phone to begin making calls. I had 3 hours til my Seattle flight. As I should have anticipated given the shitness of my luck so far, neither Flybe or US Airways lines opened until 8am. What fucking use is that!!! I waited and waited and eventually got through to Flybe who put me on the 3pm flight that day (Now Thursday). Thankfully using my awesome powers of persuasion with US airways, they changed my flight for free to fly on Friday. This I was grateful for however I would need a hotel for the night...more money argh!
I managed to get away and booked myself into a hotel and got myself an early night. In the morning, I put the tv on and to my sheer horror saw that a US airways flight had an accident at Philadelphia the day before....exactly when I was initially due to be there. Fate intervening? I tentatively boarded the flight and watched all manner of oscar awards movies until I arrived at Philly. There I had a 4 hour wait which I spent wisely at the bar getting trashed.
As a Russell, I felt it was my duty to strike up some form of conversation with a random stranger. And that stranger was Ed Milewski...a Canadian business man of Polish descent. Ed was in his late 50's and had a thick Canadian accent and suffixed the majority of his sentences with 'ey' in true stereotypical Canadian fashion. This greatly amused me and I found it hard to concentrate on what we were talking about. I lost track of how many beers I had but realised it was time to stop when I mistook a bowl of chips I'd ordered, for crab. Yep. I was eating potato, believing it was crab. Potato and Crab are the same kind of meat though right? The waitress just looked at me and shook her head when I asked.

Boarding my flight to Seattle, I was for some reason expecting a short flight however it was another 6 hours and by the time I got there, the hangover was setting in, along with the jet lag, and lack of sleep. But the minute I set eyes on my 2 Murrrican buddies, I was wide awake and ready to partay!! it was 10pm so we headed to their apartment, bought some beer and got the bong out...and had a nice chilled catch up ;)

Awake at the crack of dawn, I spent the next few hours watching an obscene amount of fannying on Ben and Amber's part...I decided to make myself useeful and get some mimosas on the go so went off to buy champers (at 9am in the morning haha)...after further fannyage, I couldnt fault their decision to take me to a cafe called Linda's for a great Bloody Mary and Mexican omelette. Afterwards, we walked into town where we caught the end of a St Paddy's parade (despite it being Saturday and 2 days early??). We hooked up with Ben's sister then who may or may not have been repeatedly offended all afternoon by mine and Amber's reference to everything vagina-like. The four of us queued up for a go on the ferris wheel down the pier. Ben asked me had I ever been on a ferris wheel...Okay I know I live on a small island but really I think these guys think I live in a frickin bubble. Of course I have! When I told him that I'd been on around 5 different wheels, he was very impressed and it became apparent that I was some kind of expert ferris wheeler and we debated the possibility of me making a living this way. The wheel offered some great views of Seattle and the three faces around me and we got some good pics.
Afterwards Ben's sister Ellie who volunteers at the Seattle Aquarium, sneaked us in through a side door so we could peer at silly otters, happy seals and awkward puffins. The effect of the mornings smoking began to rear its ugly head again which was cause for some great amusement in the small sea critters section as we poked our fingers in sea anenome bungholes, molested sea cucumbers and collapsed in giggle fits at all the primitive looking sex organ-like sea dildos floating around. It was a great, well spent afternoon! One that could only be topped with a visit to a local burlesque/drag club later on ;)
We booked tickets for the can-can club with enthusiasm and after a lazy evening headed down there for the midnight showing. We were shown to a small room, and sat near the front of the stage where Ben tried unsuccesfully to look as inconspicuous as possible. He was clearly terrified at the thought he may be used as some kind of prop by one of the girls. As it happened, the girls, as beautiful as they were, we shit at dancing. I mean, truly truly awful. One of them just wiggled and bounced repeatedly over and over again, and the other one who looked a bit like lady gaga, went for some 'edgy' all over the place, sprawling arms and legs everywhere rountine. It was kind of scary. The best act of the night was 'Luminous', a skinny black guy in the most amazing drag outfits. He moved better than both of the girls, and had a damn fine ass ;) The most entertaining person of the night however was an unsuspecting drunk bachelorette on her hen do. I have NEVER seen anyone THIS pissed before. I mean, she was bad. Really bad. She was barely conscious as her friends carried her in and flopped her onto a chair, had absolutely no idea what was going on around her, and kept falling backwards and losing complete consciousness. How they let her in I do not know. The entire audience was cheering for her at one point but she had little to no idea! I had to go tot he bathroom after the show and was greeted by the drunken Hen with her knickers round her ankles and her face cream in the toilet bowl.

The following day, I again rose early and the fannying began again, however this time Ben made up for it by producing one of his awesome omelettes,...nom! We later hit Value Village, in which some of the music vid for Thrift Shop was filmed, bought a load of crap in there, then stopped for a bloody mary complete with cheeseburger on a toothpick at Sams. It was a welcome break and after another couple of shops, we bought a bottle of Jamesons and divided this into hipflasks each ready for our crazy 'Ride the Ducks' trip. Ride the Ducks is one of those tourist things where you are taken on a bus tour of the city, then as if by magic, the bus becomes a boat and takes you for a trip on the water. Already a little tipsy, we headed to the pickup point next to the space needle and on we got. Amber was absolutely hammering the whiskey and finished her flask in no time. She started eventually getting a bit rowdy much to my amusement. There was singing, wailing and arms flailing around, and many a sideways glance exchanged between myself and Ben, confirming that her drunkenness hadn't gone unnoticed ;) It was insanely fun and if you check my facebook, I have a couple of hysterical videos of said drunkenness. I enjoyed every minute. It was Christmas. The only bad thing was that there were no toilet stops and Ben and I looked at eachother in horror when Amber (who was sat on his knee) told him she couldnt hold onto her wee....needless to say we made it however and treated ourselves to an all American Macdonalds after. Mostly to soak up all the alcohol. Later that evening we were supposed to dine in the Space Needle so we wanted to be on good form and Amber was already repeating herself and generally being a menace.

  • ***"Let me have some of your hipflask" "I can't Amber, it's all gone." "No! Are you serious??! I dont believe you" X 10****

We went for a walk and Ben suggested we drop into his (empty) office and steal some of the booze from the kitchen. Amber continually rejected this idea over and over until Ben made it bluntly clear 'YOU CAN HAVAE FREE ALCOHOL IF WE GO THERE'....'Dammit Ben why didnt you say you buttmunch?!' So off we went. There was alcohol there, and nibbles but by now our meal was only 2 hours away and we'd just had MacDonalds. This was already sounding bad enough to me, but Amber kept throwing it in there that we had to also get 'seafood happy hour' before dinner. WHAT?! Was she mad? No, apparently this is a running theme in Amber-land. You go for food, then you have a meal. No wonder obesity is rife in the USA :P Clearly we refused point blank to get a seafood happy hour whatever the hell that was, but then had to endure the pissy mood that followed through not having seafood happy hour. After a wander around the shops and a quick monorail transfer, we were at the space needle and Amber seemed to have sobered up. The resturant was stunning and continually rotated (though not at a sickening pace) and we tried to order the cheapest things on the menu along with a bottle of the cheapest wine for Amber and I. It was a great night, made even more hilarious by the ridiculous conversation between a still-drunken Amber, and the Swahili taxi driver...something like this ... "So you had dinner in the needle?" "Yes, we are from Seattle but we've never had dinner in the Seattle before"... ._. FAIL. Ah it was hilarious...silly drunken Amber!

Ben was in work for the day but I had a hungover Amber to take care of and some coffee and a bagel would be curing that (after the usual god awful faffing that undoubtedly ensued that morning ;) Eventually we were out, and we had a nice little walk before hitting the goodwill stores on Broadway, ,including Red Light which also featured in Thrift Shop vid ;)...the best purchase of the day was my penis-goggles which we bought from a strange man in a sex shop. The strange man asked if we would like him to demonstrate a new state-of-the-art electrocution device...we of course accepted and he proceeded to electrocute us using varying appendages over the next ten minutes. It was great, but not $159.99 great. Conituning our shopping, I purchased 2 vagina lolly-pops and the penis goggles. The strange man became even more odd when putting these through the register, staring blankly at both of us for a good 30 seconds, just not doing anything. Maybe he was part of a cult or something. I let Amber go back to the flat for a rest and continued shopping for something green to wear for the night. I managed a dress and a hat and when I got back, we watched a bit of tv and got ready for the night. Ben and Amber's friend Mo came over and together we started taking bong hits and whiskey shits - A fine combination! Amber was determined to get me drunk that night, to mask how awfully drunk she had been the previous night ;)


We stopped for some Korean food then hit the bars. Dont ask me where we went, Amber succeeded in her task and I offended numerous people with my penile-glasses and drunken antics. It was a great night and it seemed like we were all ready to leave, however it soon became apparent that Amber was on a rampage again and said she'd meet us back at the flat after a few more. Well I dont know how her night ended whilst she was out but I was rudely awoken in the early hours of the morning when my ass was used as a chair by a very drunk and wailing Amber. All the lights were on and she was muttering like a mad woman. I asked her if she was ok but she didnt seem to hear me. I assumed she was on drugs and swiftly fell back asleep. I was however woken again with further shrieking and the constant movement of someone jumping into bed, getting out again, going to the bathroom, going to the bedroom, back to the bathroom and so on. By about 4am Ben finally woke up and asked what the hell she was doing...again no response. Towards what I expect was about 5 or 6am, it seems something exploded in Ben & Ambers bed and another kerfuffle ensued. Finally when everyone was up around 9:30am, Amber was finally able to tell us that she had 'Burning Hand Syndrome'..... ???.....???...??? Apparently she woke up with burning hands, then mistook a bowl of chemicals for water and made it worse. Why did you have a bowl of chemicals? Well apparently the chemicals were ball-formed and in a pouch that was supposed to be fozen and use to cool shit down. This was what exploded in the bed, causing little chemical filled balls to go everywhere. I asked what she was doing in the bathroom and she explained that she had to kneel on the floor and shake her burning hands in the air above her like some sort of satanic witch-woman performing a crazy ritual sacrifice. Did it help? I asked, no of course it didnt.

Right that's all I have time for...I will endeavour to complete my blog another day, but for now, my jetlag is sucking the life out of me and I have to get some shuteye! x_x

Posted by Lady-K 24.03.2014 13:04 Archived in USA Comments (0)

The Weirdest Things I've EVER Had In My Mouth

A brief overview of some of the weird crap I've eaten over the past 4 years travelling

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So I've just got home from an impromptu drink down the local with ma bruva from da same mutha, I decided what better way to sum up my evening than to sum up the weirdest shit I've ever eaten?? Seriously...why not? I've eaten some goddamned weird shit, some of which you could probably hardly begin to imagine. And with much of this stuff so readily available on the menu in these beautiful exotic countries, it might help you to know what you are letting yourselves in for should you ever find yourself in a similar position...

Okay so lets work from top to bottom, most vanilla to weirdest holy-crap-you-honestly-ate-that...

10) Elephant fish: Seriously...weirdest looking fish I ever did see! quite yummy though!

9) Crickets: Hard to avoid whilst meandering down Khao San rd in Bangkok...amid hordes of drunken, skinheaded, beer bellied British lager louts, you will often see nimble little Asian folk pushing carts of fried insects down the middle of the road. They look freaky, and the concept might be weird but at the end of the day, you only taste whatever crap they are fried in. i,e, garlic and ginger for example. Get 'em in yaaa!!! Crunchy garlicky crickets never did anyone any harm. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd rate these about 8! Deee-lish! :)

8) Possum pie: Okay so maybe a little less conventional. Possums in New Zealand are considered vermine. They might look cute and sweet but they are a bunch of assholes that eat endangered bird's eggs, and kill trees by eating the absolute crap out of them. So what happens is people mow them down ''accidentally'' in their motor-vehicles, then a nice man in offensively high cut shorts comes along with a shovel, scrapes it off the road, and slams it into some pastry and sludge, bakes the living hell out of it and serves it free of charge to unsuspecting tourists. Except we are suspecting. And we know exactly what it is. AND WE LIKE IT.

7) Alligator: Eurgh...really not a fan. Alligator is like fishy chicken with a somewhat gellitinous quality. Thats really all I have to say. Other than that I was served said alligator by a lesbian who ignored her dwarflike girlfriend and plagued me with weird euphemisms I didnt understand and fed me vodka...on fire.

6) Frogs, whole and barbequeueueued: Well it wasnt so much a bad experience eating frogs as it was watching them being mutilated and killed violently in front of my very eyes. I went to the market with some friends in Vietnam where we approached a woman with a sack of frogs (yeh you heard). We told her we wanted 4 pounds of frog and she proceeded to pick frogs out of the sack, twat their heads of a concrete slab, then use kitchen scissors to decapitate them. We then smothered them in sauce of some nature and bbq'd them on the beach. All in all, pretty nice but the violent beheading episode left a sour taste.

5)Chicken Feet: Well what can I say,..I actually have these in my freezer as we speak so they werent that bad. I tried these in Dalat with a friend who recommended them. Initially I thought chicken feet would be crunchy and crispy however they were fatty and sinewey and I could barely chew through them. It obviously didnt put me off though as I managed to find a place that sells them over here and served them at a party much to everyone's initial disgust. A few hours and beers later though, people couldnt get enough of them!

4) Trung Vit Lon (Duck Egg Embryos): Also in Vietnam, I found myself sitting on some childrens plastic stools, kerbside, at about 2am, being served some lovely looking duck eggs. The trick is to take the top of the egg off, drink the brothy fluid, get a spoon in there and chow down on some serious baby duck foetus and egg white. What started out as quite an ordeal for me ended up being a thrice-nightly tradition for about 4 months. Bloody loved the things! And at about 5pence an egg, I was the winner.

3) A live snake. And it's stiill beating heart: A while ago I watched Gordon Ramsey being a complete fuckwit in Asia trying different dishes and then beating the locals at cooking them (seriously what a twat). Anyway he somehow inspired me to find a small village near Hanoi Vietnam, cleverly called Snake Village, where I could eat a live snake. So I got there, chose my snake, had him cut open, tore out his heart with my teeth, ate that, then drank his blood and stomache bile, along with meat and skeleton. Nothing went to waste. Which I was happy with as I cannot condone waste. It was mostly yummy except for the bile...

2) Jellyfish Salad: One word... 'EWWWW'. Jesus holy shit balls. Nothing prepared me for how disgusting this was. Basically, imagine boiling a jellyfish...right? Youre kinda thinking it would probably resemble a shit breast implant, but fishy? Well spot on! Thats basically what it felt like in my mouth, and I gagged throughout the small bit I consumed. NEVER AGAIN.

1) Okay here it is...THE ULTIMATE WORST THING I HAVE EVER EATEN....I was in India...keen to try some of the street food. We were passing a woman pushing a trolley full of weird spherical objects that looked like small tennis balls only made with some kind of batter and filled with some kind of liquid. They actually looked kinda nice. Myself and my friend bought one each and the woman wanted to watch us eat them in front of her so she would know we had enjoyed them. Well this already sparked some worry with me but hey, they looked alright. Apparently I had to eat it whole. No problem! I stuffed the whole bastard thing in my mouth where it proceeded to burst and leak cold rancid ass juice onto my taste buds. I'm not kidding. It tasted exactly how I imagine rancid excrement, rotten eggs, and ultra hot chillies to taste. It was utterly vomit inducing. Which is what happened. I basically threw up, containing the sick in my mouth whilst nodding and smiling at the beaming woman who was clearly pleased we enjoyed her shit-cakes. I didnt have the heart to actually vomit in front of her and waited until she had left. NOTHING. And I mean NOTHING comes close to how awful those things were. They literally tasted of decay and disappointment.

Well that's it. I hope this was somehow useful to somehow. I have spent all but 20 minutes thinking about it and I'd hate to have wasted that time..

K-Unit :)

Posted by Lady-K 24.01.2014 16:01 Archived in Isle of Man Comments (0)

Popping Tags Seattle Style

Because my last trip was such a pile of ass, I'm embarking on another...

rain 6 °C

Well readers, it’s time I was off again (but of course!)

Yep, let the blogging re-commence. I’m not off for long really but I know this trip is going to be filled with the type of shenanigans, hijinks, debauchery and tomfoolery you will love. Do you know why? Yes obviously because it’s me duh, but more importantly because I’m going back to Seattle to stay with my favourite ‘Murrrican buddies Ben and Amber!
Oh yes it’s going to be quite different from my last trip which saw me burned, bitten and molested in Sri Lanka. Depending on whether or not you have found yourself reading any of my earlier blogs, you may or may not be aware that I have in fact stayed with Ben and Amber (Bamber) before in Seattle.

It all began long ago on a warm summers evening in McCleod Ganj, Himachal Pradesh – that’s India to you (or some weird country not in England if you find you are female and work in the chippy). I was staying in the same Tibetan household as Bamber whilst volunteering in a local baby care centre…seriously, piss and poop everywhere. We quickly became good friends…we ripped on eachothers accents, smoked a lot of hash, ate a lot of momos, trained a lot of monks and played a lot of cards. When it came to leaving for the next part of my trip, I felt the same as when I left my family. It hurt! Like Mel Gibsons nipples.
I was then away for about 7 months and on the way home ended up changing my ticket to stop in Seattle for a few days where I stayed on Bamber’s couch. It was a fantastic few days which I could only begin to summarise in my blog; partly because of all the pot we smoked, and partly because we did THAT much stuff, the un-condensed version would have rivalled something as awesome and epic as Lord of the Rings and I don’t want to take that away from Tolkien believe me.

So anyway, I’ll be leaving for ‘Murrricaa on 13th March for 10 whole days – WOOHOO! – and yes that does encompass St Patrick’s Day! ;) So watch this space for some truly monumentally ridonkulous stories….

K-Dawwwg xxxxxxxxx

Posted by Lady-K 21.01.2014 13:06 Archived in Isle of Man Comments (0)

Buses, Beaches, Bastards & Bad Luck

sunny 28 °C

So I finally made it to Ella on a bastardly Russian train journey arriving around 3pm. I was absolutely haggard-tired after having not slept all night so checked into an expensive (£15 a night) guesthouse overlooking the tunning Ella gap, and had a little lie down before having a walk around town and a Sri Lankan ginger beer. I also visited the doctor for my bed bug poop infested face, and he handed over antihistamines, anti-inflammatories, antibiotics and god knows what else. It was 6:20pm at this point and I was dying for sleep so I really did have a ridiculously early night. I needed to give my ass a decent rest after it being pounded good and proper by bus seats the past 8 days.

Absolutely desperate to get away from the hill country, and over to the nice relaxing beaches, I decided to get a bus the following morning, After receiving mixed messages about where I was getting the bus from, a friendly old man who was trying insanely hard to get me to buy an avocado bigger than my head (but not bigger than Paul Glover's head) told me it was from next to a curd shop. Curd. Eurgh. Dont even ask.
So the bus shows up and I try to sit down but this old bat is having bloody none of it, racist witch, shaking her stupid shriveled head and refusing me to sit down. A seemingly nice man stepped in and offered me a seat next to him. It was the last seat on the bus that was free so I gladly accepted. Needless to say this was one of the worst mistakes of my life and by far the worst decision made on the entire trip. I wont bother going into what happened specifically. I wrote this blog for it to be enjoyed and for me to be able to read it back when my age-addled mind see's it fit to implode and become too shit to be relied on for referencing previous days gone by. So lets leave it at that.
My bus trip was cut short around 40km before my intended destination. I had no idea where I was or how to get to Arugam Bay, but I did see a wine store so I made a beeline for that and bought a 180ml bottle of Gin (my brother's drink) for £2 and 2 cigarettes, and jumped into a tuktuk...no way was I getting on a bus again. The drive was over half an hour and i was gutted to have to hand over so many rupees when the bus would have been so much cheaper, even if it still only amounted to £6... :-p
Regardless, I got there in the end and checked into Samantha's Folly which was a little beachside guest house and huts. It had a nice little outside bar in the centre with music and wifi, sandy gardens with hammocks strewn between trees, and 4 cute little beach huts also known as cabanas or follies, I opted for one of these at 5 quid a night. It had no walls, and was constructed entirely of bamboo and sarongs, and was padded with some comfy cushions and mattresses (matrii). I met a girl called Natasha here, 21, from London. She seemed up for a laugh; she was travelling with friends but had took a weeklong break from them to be here alone. I told her I'd catch up with her after a swim. Straight down to the beach, towel on the sand, frolicking in the (bath water temperature) ocean, I spy a man sitting next to my towel. Oh here we go, what does he want to sell me....I walked back up the shore and Im greeted by this complete f**king pervert making lewd gestures involving poking his tongue out in one of the most disgusting manners I've ever seen. Enough was enough...time to open a can of whoopass. No seriously, I'd had the worst day ever and this was the cherry on the icing on the cake. Not caring that he couldnt understand my English (and thankfully so given the following expletives which emerged from my mouth) I started screaming at him...I'm not even a racist normally but I was then. I stormed up the beach and was greeted by the hotel owners who swiftly descended on the stupid bastard to give him a piece of their mind also. What a complete ballbag. I spent the remaining part of the afternoon chilling in a hammock and catching up with friends and fam online, and avoiding sex perverts on the beach. Later on, I was having dinner with Natasha and we were joined by Graham who was basically living in Sri Lanka whilst his money lasted. He was a really cool guy from somewhere down south also, and was in his late 40s and had an epic taste in music. He also knew all about the Isle of Man which was nice. We had a few drinks that night but didnt bother heading out since it was pissing rain.

Waking up in my little beach hut with the wind blowing through and the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore was pretty bloody brilliant if I'm honest, though it's a pity I can never sleep past half 7am - . - Decided to take a morning dip, keeping a close eye on any potential sex predators lurking behind coconut trees but thankfully there was none to be seen. At lunch time, Natasha asked if I fancied a bike ride somewhere and I suggested instead of bicycles, how about renting a ped? My legs were still crippled from the Adam's Peak hike and I could barely walk, bend, or sit down comfortably without looking like I'd shat myself so a motorbike was preferable. Thankfully Natasha agreed but on the basis that she had never ridden one before and could I teach her. Sure thang! We paid £4 for the day and i rode us out into the wetlands areas surrounding Arugam Bay. It was all very agricultural, but extremely pretty. Herds of buffalo, flocks of storks, kingfishers (which are huge by the way!) and jackasses on motorbikes passing us and trying to speak to us. We pulled in somewhere quiet and I gave Natasha a 'lesson' and she was away....a bit of a shaky start but she must have felt confident as she told me to hop on the back. Was I really about to do this? I tentatively crouched on the back seat and held on for dear life. She picked it up okay but I felt her nerves and she completely freaked out when we rounded a corner to find a stampede of buffalo crossing in front of us so I had to take over :P Afterwards, I decided to complete my afternoon with a hang out in a hammock, followed by a stroll down the beach which only resulted in being attacked by a grumpy dog. I wanted to see what else was out there but was pretty disappointed as most cafes, restaurants and hotels were closed with it being low season. Good job I'd picked somewhere open really. Back at the folly, I hooked up with Natasha, Graham and a German couple again for dinner and drinks. I had to leave them early that night as my bus to take me to Matara was due to leave at 6am the following morning and I needed to be up early.

Well I made the bus in time and even managed to get a seat to myself. Unfortunately however I was too nervous to get any sleep or let my guard down enough to relax much so it wasnt the best journey. Aside from one inappropriately placed hand, it was pretty much a safe trip though and it would be the last major bus trip of the holiday. Arriving in Matara, I decided it was too bustling and Indian for me so took a ten minute bus down coast to lovely Mirissa, the whale watching capital of the south. I quickly found some beach huts and checked in before wandering around the local market and having some late lunch. Mirissa is a funny little place, I really liked it. A tiny little beach resort with lots of sun sea and surf, and every second guy looks like some jumped up bob marley wannabe knobhead. Seriously, ALL DAY every day ALL you can hear is shitty boomboxes (boombii?) playing repeats of Bob Marley songs. All the guys walk around with afros/dreads/red yellow n green board shorts yet I dont really think any of them know anything about Bob Marley other than one of his albums. They even look black down here. I mean, Indians mostly look sort of brownish but these guys in the south just look black. Until you get a proper look at their faces and see the indian type features, you just wouldnt know. Bizarre. Anyway so the next day I'd booked a whale watching trip and found myself up at 6am sat on a boat that wouldnt leave until 7am, becoming increasingly annoyed at why I had been forced to get up so early to just sit like a dickhead on a boat doing nothing. I was joined by a Belgian lady - well, I thought she was French at first but then I knew she couldnt be French because she wasnt an asshole. She was quite nice, so I asked her, and she said Belgium. And we got along just fine. There were also 2 American girls and a really hairy guy from London. For 4 godforsaken hours we trailed the oceans looking for monstrous blue whales. We were guaranteed sightings but all we had seen at this point was 2 boning sea turtles that looked like they were drowning and clearly had no idea that they had a perverted audience watching, and a pod of dolphins who swam along side the boat for a while. Lovely. But where were the F**KING whales!!!! After about 4 and half hours we found them...they were tiny specks on the horizon but we damn well raced towards them (scaring them away obviously)....how frustrating. Not to worry, we founds some more and got to a close enough distance to have an inspection. Absolutely massive! Unfortunately I couldnt get any decent pics but I will never forget seeing the biggest goddamned most majestic beasts in the world"!! Yay :)
As soon as we returned, I packed up my stuff and hopped on a bus to Unawatuna, which is where the tsunami hit quite badly in 2004. The bus ride was nice as the road ran right along the coast and I got to see the famous stilt fishermen that you always see on sri lanka post cards etc. Most good. So Unawatuna was nice, I got a little lost when I arrived but checked into a hotel on the east side of the beach where the hotels were built directly into the sea following the destruction the tsunami caused. Its stupid really because the beach was almost entirely washed away and instead of trying to do things to get it back, theyve just built hotels as close to the waterfront as possible. On the otherside, a breakwater was constructed and there is a decent spot of beach but it is almost entirely colonised by big fat hairy bumhole Russians.

Right thats enough reminiscing about Sri Lanka for now...will write the rest some other time when I can be arssssssssssed.

K :)

Posted by Lady-K 15.12.2013 13:19 Archived in Sri Lanka Comments (0)

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